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explosive marshmallows
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Poems 2009 My hair was like electricity
flowing over my fingers.
I put the moon on silent and tried to drown
way down
the humming in my head.
The computer screen is glaring,
but all I can think about is you:
Pill popping explosive marshmallows
like they’re going out of style,
floating through technicolor daydreams;
free as the bird that never learned to fly.
What am I going to do
when my brain chooses to right itself?
Its November and I’m speechless;
Out of sight and out of strength
to reach out and down,
way down,
‘til everything has gone away.
All alone and I’m tingling;
my fingers prickling
to work everything out,
to remember,
why I cut the power.
It never did do any harm.
