a structure
with a void
to hold
a certain mass
a volume
something
I can drink
from
something
to find
in the unkind
mind
with its
jagged apostrophes
unjustified parentheses
and most
egregious
ellipses
forever confusing
the feminine and masculine
actively modifying verbs
with no hyphen!
find that angle in the barber chair
where the truth no longer aligns
with magnetic north
it becomes
a moral compass instead
but the red light
in your head
keeps flashing
clashing with the gaudy
chandeliers
that hang
from your
self-importance
your impotence
disguised
by a carnival
of lies
the bitter bombs
the delicate wrists
the pomegranate
fragrances
rub out the musk
mumbled mantras
break your ears
unfolding fears
and jaded
jealousies
in every shade of green
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