Intox,
while breath and heartbeat fuzz
our casual comprehension of one an other,
distort our senses,and I crave
another taste of our narcotic feel good frenzy.
Melt down the plastic walls,
hide the bodies in--
side, let the world; burn,
capture the flag, capture,
the high; life in a bottle,
seal. Stamp. Store.
Were we mad? Was the feeding frenzy
all a facade? Is anything real, in
this
place?
Why don't we throw a bomb in it?
Uncork the monster
we really are.
Un-leash.
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Please Don't Touch
PoesiaPlease Don't Touch is my first self-published book of poetry, written and published originally in 2012. #51 in Poetry, 3 June, 2017 #85 in Poetry, 4 June, 2017 #108 in Poetry, 25 May, 2017 #136 in Poetry, 26 May, 2017 #149 in Poetry, 24 May, 2017 #1...
