Free Market.
This strange feeling overcomes me
and its as if something is off kilter
as her hands begin to caress my back
gently at first, and then piercing with fingernails
Light dances and I’m confused of what to make of it
A telling sign or synapse of unbalanced chemicals
the eerie shiver runs up and down my spine
her nails play the xylophone on my spine
I speak of lady death, opening the newspaper
to the obituary seeing all these faces
facing my own mortality
or immortality
because i haven’t died yet
Her hair strangles me as only calcium can
that is all she is
Hair and fingernails
or that’s all i can stand to remember
of he dark silhouette
She stops clocks
and wrist watches
while turning the living pale
She takes parasites
to porpoises
horses , humming birds and clovers
She hovers just inches above
waiting to squander pulse
and zip us up in big black bags
the royal casino
thats takes all you have
pretending to know our best interest
Her philosophy is
everything that lives
is born to die.
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