head set

 

he’s just been pruning it back
now he tears it up at the root
watch his head open doors
and his hands follow suit
variant landscape
make him burn and break
no more gasping in the doorway
no more amnesia to fake
loose shallow earth
he’s crawling out from his bed
to grab the bull by the throat
and wring some blue from the red

 

 

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About brian black

laugh at the horror, fill the past with the future, my head lines and heart lines reach out for each other.
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