Liquid licking little silvers

April 10th, 2013
What a screen dream spleen supreme
Made to project onto my liver,
Liquid licking little silvers.
Lapping up beneath my ribcage ,
Livers living lonely lost age

The way to live, the way to die:
surrendering to the cosmic eye.
Looky here my little something
darkness never tasted nothing.
drink it up: i soak the vessel,
black and red makes this together.
Little seething heart attack
Going going, now looking back
into ways I lived and the ways I died
Grateful for the juice we cried.