Is a King of the Blues?
Adam Tedesco
Let me tell you an interesting lie. I hadn’t seen anything as beautiful as the inside of my eyelids before you found me. That’s not the lie.
Let me tell you an interesting lie. I hadn’t seen anything as beautiful as the inside of my eyelids before you found me. That’s not the lie.
but there’s always yesterday too,
which is tomorrow. Where can I go
then, with a new face, another name,
If you resemble… A ghost, Then… Ask the smoke how to Magnetize your skin
of fatigue, of frost
of taking right turns
around the same block for days
for the Memory of a Birthday dying
the mechanism of every second pulling you in uncountable directions. the progress of spinning in place, the trek through the same footprints you’ve worn into memory—and then you open your eyes
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