PLEASE DON’T TOUCH

MOAN LISA

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July 13, 2012:

i had a dream last night, where i was forced to choose between two things, the heavenly and the earthly; the abstract and the concrete, the imaginary and the ordinary, the idea and the reality.

i chose the tangible one.

MOAN LISA.

Wild things grow,

beneath the skin, the soil burns,

one can muster all the will,

and still be beaten brown and crumbly,

withered, dead, and drowned--

The potent smell of bad perfume.

Even from the ashes and mud,

of things of murk, slime, and shame,