I'm known
as smash gordon
flash forward and you'll see the scope of my focus
retract staments
and you'll feel the testaments of my eclectic
neglected
talents that intercede passions
nestled inside
deep
somewhere where the aspens weep
and the streams flow
wild
a place inside of this heat.
a heart so vibrant.
a peek so steep.
we sleep in such close vecentities
I feel the radiation of body heat
confused. mistreated in the way that I seek
but alas
such is the turning of leaves
such is the hollow wain of the cemetery
my symmetry
the ending
new beginnings
and the countless bottles of whiskey
all empty
as we run and
play
in the streets
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