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Medea (You would have been better off with Odysseus)

May 7, 2013
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the satisfaction of the moon
is but a reflection of the sun’s
honeycombed hives
housing empty eggs
of your red wheel
strapped to the spokes
a transient & doubted
moment of your engine
& your familiar
your bytch craft
severed the presence
of a million shooting stars

a king without an army
hardly deserves the name
& so I roll this oblong
slipknot around
your neck
& ride you into the sun

oOoOooOoOooOoOo

written while falsely imprisoned at ecmc

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One Comment leave one →
  1. May 7, 2013 1:14 pm

    Probably will be a schizophrenic love song psycle poem..

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