Aug 15

I Am Not Here

by Wayne Mason

beast gnawing
the be bop plasticity
smiling through the
orgasms with
detachment and

Confusion had
slowly inadvertently
gone miles back
railing skies of
stale gray longing
and paradox

Ecstasy comes
with utter misery
infinitely plastic
disposable highways
and sad realization

That I am not here

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