Going Ape Shit Press 050

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Going Ape Shit Press

 · 5 years ago

  

                      going ape shit press #50 by mendlivian 

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Water to Water 

 
"How consoling is water" he said. 
"To hold it between the cheeks, 
knowing full well it perches there on the tongue 
like some absurd surgeon." 
"Two pipes, down one, life. 
"And through the murky waters of my mind 
I can't tell which pipe I should let 
this bittersweet lake trickle down." 

Maybe the waters were a little too clear 
(yet perfect for the divers) 
in his mind. 
Maybe they washed away 
too many falsehoods, 
too many mistakes, 
too many masks from this Little Albert, 
for too many irrational reasons flowed out 
like a low tide that would never rise, 
covering him with his clarity of thought, 
just as the lake 
buried him with mud and slit after 
he breathed water. 

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