Zanax Tea Party

And the night spread wild through the veins of all of us
... those older surgeries now self-inflicted
before the edge of smoke beside the door.

I confess, my eyes go backwards into the alphanumeric sea
until I'm one again.

Radiator smile, cement legs
in highway rainbows across dementia's table...

rotting fruit and the sideways accusation of new medicine,
left with the junky saint in new york traffic.

Give your eyes to Jesus,
you won't need them where your going.

Vaginal rust and plagues of metallic dolls
with Tea party lungs and breathing gasoline orgasm,
the end of candy is here.

She was a tidal wave in universal peace,
her voice was a substance next to April and beside completion...

she probably has an air plane at her disposal.

... Roaming philosopher transcends time with graceful altruism.
The great day has paused in her diamond and velvet consideration of this sign of the times

a stable occurrence of soul...

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