Skeleton Pipe Dreams

 

Some people
hold it to be the truth
and nothing but,
that they exist,
but they're just meat shows
driven by molecular catalysis

They think they see
the world, the truth, something...
but it's just nerve end displays
inside their skulls, brained up
to their full scope;
electric ejaculations
behind their dumb looks,
fucked up faces,
high up there
on their skeleton pipe dreams
of empty cavities,
fading down the alleys





Poetry by Ingvar Loco Nordin The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2022-09-12 at 19:56

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