i grow weak on halloween my knees tremble at the thought of how your thigh stitch is savored in the stutter of my trot. seen the spirits in the graveyard and muttered trilly, "have you been so solemn as i am, it'll be a miracle if we ever meet again." machine patterns blend upon the hull my visions swim, perfunctory as dishes din, slathered in the witches' spit 

i'm afraid to vote on election day, who's the lizard candidate? textbooks claim there's no evidence of a species time forgot so i track a traced and barren line to see distortions bleeding clean, reminds me that my unkempt mind is ridged with staples keeping the wrinkles out 

i keep laughing to myself cuz the stranger's on my side. so funny how our lips develop twists to form a smile. it's alright i'm sure the silence takes me when i am alone, because the joke is rife with sooth and my lies cut down to the bone-

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