jing
(323)
by mike barth
jing (323) ear drum burst with blood all over the opal sheets sputter in the bathroom sink is this my last breath jing , jing , ring the bell unrushed mind while coffee plumes rise think back on the dream haze to be a bizarre as we could , art student , party style , no where to sit while the records spin i cried on the phone to release the burden of self its a heavy payload they say (sometimes) voice hoarse with tears willing to be under an angelic wing if one had ones druthers we wouldnt have this mess on our hands a blue period with a blue color scheme rendering the world in blue melancholy blue origin in orbit stochastic drift as a force of habit i will now reframe to keep the bad things away slip on the green jacket for the first time the shroud of turin linen christ-like cloth adorned in quartz and sapphire // ( scratch , from 4 15 25 )
thank you kindly for reading
- mike
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