Fuzzy Naval
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Skydiving without a parachute
Free falling through a maze work of jungle gyms
And throwing for a loop to loop
Red cedar ash falling down to me
Upon my life, unto my lips
Like the stars fading into the sky, into the night
Firing off into the distance
And becoming light
Where there are jagged edges and unclear whisperers
And knives
Incinerating wrong with right
And there becomes a vision of life wading like a porpoise
Who is grinning and in some distress, who winks his left eye
And stares down his tomb, his place of rest
Bring me the horizon
Where her eyes are on something concerning
The crumbling bristles of A worn down broom
Still sweeping creosote and decimals
Someone whistles across the room
Cracks in the floor fire off like crashing cymbals
Their bullets
Dripping down into a frozen prune
Wrinkled and castrated
But something more like a pimple exploding
Spreading pus across the kitchen table
Something more along the lines of a fuzzy navel afternoon
Free falling through a maze work of jungle gyms
And throwing for a loop to loop
Red cedar ash falling down to me
Upon my life, unto my lips
Like the stars fading into the sky, into the night
Firing off into the distance
And becoming light
Where there are jagged edges and unclear whisperers
And knives
Incinerating wrong with right
And there becomes a vision of life wading like a porpoise
Who is grinning and in some distress, who winks his left eye
And stares down his tomb, his place of rest
Bring me the horizon
Where her eyes are on something concerning
The crumbling bristles of A worn down broom
Still sweeping creosote and decimals
Someone whistles across the room
Cracks in the floor fire off like crashing cymbals
Their bullets
Dripping down into a frozen prune
Wrinkled and castrated
But something more like a pimple exploding
Spreading pus across the kitchen table
Something more along the lines of a fuzzy navel afternoon
