my eyes, two bird wings
two almonds, two octopi
two eggplants.
my bottom canines match one another,
perfect copies.
my open jaw's a prism
its rainbow pours over my berlin wall
and what comes out is never a connection
of my thoughts into speech
properly, at least.
my teeth rubbing against one another
is the most beautiful symphony i've ever heard
i close my eyes and see a big top
its symbolic of my thoughts
as the shaman flicks his smoke to create
words of the future.
this institution is polluting my mind
its devastated frequenters clog its wide arteries
and the vibes it emits
have got me down.
how does the sun shine
on an afternoon like this?
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