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pure imagination

Posted to Action Poetry




your old folds scrubbed hair
shining like window fresh now
wrinkled stubble almost gleaming
skin without the streaks that licked
like booze or heart attack sweat (comparison)
you're fresh like on the tube fresh like diamonds
no shit in the old ears
dark wood chin cracks clean where
there could be shit hiding
baby powder face of my early early days

you came to me like this
pure imagination
and one hand and one hand tied
knots, tied even before the memories
had half a chance
imaginary hand imaginary hand unfamiliar
I left you with your heart attack shine
please leave me with my knots