flowerpotman/

©2021 Michael Raven

pain is my morphine, baby
forks dug into thighs
acid wash my eyes
reaching for that yin
yang higher heaven

he sang to me: alcohol
is your yoga baby
instead, pain will rain
the flowerpot soil
thick on my heart
making me feel
almost right once again

while i shout your name
beauty beauty beauty beautiful

unstop ears and hear
my heart strings ring
snapping blood flags
high mountain winds in
the center of it all

there is no zen here
in this empty place
i look to the ice and fire
in dark skies green
pick up the needle
and pierce my eyes
so i can't see
beauty beauty beauty beautiful
watching these
diamond days die
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