Lunatics
Lunatics among usLet it be
Before I freeze
Into insanity.
Let me out
Out of this tiny prison
Stretch my wings
Out in the open.
Ticks are clutching hold
of my soft skin.
I got the tweezers
and removed them.
Get the head
The source of this destructive force
beneath my skin.
Backing out with acetone
I smell the pungent odor of a
story chapter closed
In this small book
beneath my desk
of clouded favors.
3-11-10
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