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Description
in dreams:
surrounded by
swarming
faceless
masses,
swaying in some
imaginary intoxicated breeze,
I stumble
down stairs of
stained carpet and
-crush-
forgotten chips deprived
of their edible end.
reeling with intangible,
hazy, soon-forgotten joy,
I muster the courage,
the brazen will, to
careen into rooms
with doors that
do not lock,
and people that
do not remember
my name.
the sting of smoke
burning, reverberating in my lungs,
envelopes me with the sticky
sweet rancor of intoxicated sighs.
and moans escape from an open door
from a gaping mouth
handled too roughly -
for we, this fleeting entity,
of .4 blood alcohol,
are alive, synched
perfectly, clumsily,
nestled in this raging
darkness, and the impure
thrill-danger- of being
found, here in this secret
[public] domain....
stumbling warm fingers
caress and push
me forth, into the
smoke-filled room of strewn
bodies and bottles alike,
all witness and all oblivious
to this toxic, delightful,
dastardly "thing" spoken
in hushed tones and
hidden in contorted recollection.
And this taboo rapture -
a foreign entity -
laying here: harnessed
by silver and gold - inlaid precious
metal, and these blinds
that bar the sun's warmth from our skin,
barred as if imprisoned,
by the black and white bipolar shadows
of this prison [a title of "us"],
i rage against this
jail cell heart that holds youandme.

Description
in dreams:
surrounded by
swarming
faceless
masses,
swaying in some
imaginary intoxicated breeze,
I stumble
down stairs of
stained carpet and
-crush-
forgotten chips deprived
of their edible end.
reeling with intangible,
hazy, soon-forgotten joy,
I muster the courage,
the brazen will, to
careen into rooms
with doors that
do not lock,
and people that
do not remember
my name.
the sting of smoke
burning, reverberating in my lungs,
envelopes me with the sticky
sweet rancor of intoxicated sighs.
and moans escape from an open door
from a gaping mouth
handled too roughly -
for we, this fleeting entity,
of .4 blood alcohol,
are alive, synched
perfectly, clumsily,
nestled in this raging
darkness, and the impure
thrill-danger- of being
found, here in this secret
[public] domain....
stumbling warm fingers
caress and push
me forth, into the
smoke-filled room of strewn
bodies and bottles alike,
all witness and all oblivious
to this toxic, delightful,
dastardly "thing" spoken
in hushed tones and
hidden in contorted recollection.
And this taboo rapture -
a foreign entity -
laying here: harnessed
by silver and gold - inlaid precious
metal, and these blinds
that bar the sun's warmth from our skin,
barred as if imprisoned,
by the black and white bipolar shadows
of this prison [a title of "us"],
i rage against this
jail cell heart that holds youandme.