Untitled Poem #3 - Hangover
poem by:
Dan Cooper
Written
on Mar 13, 2012
Weighty! The above balances on my eyelids They are held shut with tight fingers, But soon they flicker Dilate and are prised open to the whiteness Shapes dance atop on it and spin Induce such sickness But they do not go; they hang over the Desecration beneath, what remains after The indulgence I need an ocean to arrive here
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