Reading Leaves into Your Brain Cells/VO’’mite

I see your face inside the vomit clouded white upon my wall

And now I see your hi within the very space you smoked it all,

Dreaming spaces of clear screens but trapped in Landscapes:

Evergreen.

Artificial eyes that mirrors artificial life, I see.

 

Glasses on or glasses off: glass houses fixed with cardboard locks.

 

Within your Mother’s hair are holes but flowers in your tapestry

She wants to see your garden burn/

Fixated on your malady.

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