I saw the smartest man go blind with intuition.
Snow muffles the deads’ empty warnings.
The balm of drugs fills my head with packing tape.
Everyone wants to forget their surgery.
My gift itches and aches to be unraveled.
Pounding drums with homeless sharks at night.
I watch it all crash down in mutinous silence.
I think while no one is looking at me.
Archive for July 10, 1991
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