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asteraceae (By CLOUD WALKER)
speckled in daisies and little white buds
was this man of masterpiece
his hair a mess, but smile a treasure
he laid there in a bath of feathers
though long as he rested, it never filled
never filled to reach the brim
so that man rolled from his sheets
rolled until they unraveled him
his fingers trembled, but he was warm
warm in the way he lost himself
speckled in daisies and coughing up feathers
from alcoholic nights he couldn't remember
he craved the taste of burning sugar,
the kind that twists your mind
he was addicted to the way everything unraveled
unraveled like honey sheets and twine
but they didn’t have honey in his little white bath
the one of pale porcelain white feathers
they told him the candles were beautiful at night
but he liked the darkness better
the way it crept in between white feather strands
the way it circled about his lungs like smoke
the way it burned him, turned him inside and out
he liked the way he broke
broke under the inhales of those little white pills
the tickle and tumble of white daffodils
daisies and roses and hydrangeas of blue
the little white buds that take over you
he liked the way they burned his skin
burrowed in his lungs and sucked life out of him
he could roll from his sheets, but not forever
he was bound eternally to his bath of feathers
to an eternity of daisies and little white buds
to a bath half-full of white feather suds
there he slept, there he choked
with not a voice nor a breath to free him
