Luis Neer

Baudelaire

a dim light—

writhing
desperate

twisting
w/o reason

this life
scorching & shrill

you feel
the horizon—

inevitable rise—
the voluptuous
night

you forget your own
hunger

like mayflies
guilt
peeling

you feel it
on your back

the dark
doorway

the mind
the spine

your skin
falls

the heart is full of funeral dreams

your back
folds
around you

o cocoon of the
blanket

o restoration

old shadow

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Luis Neer wrote this is a room where you wait for new language. He lives in West Virginia & makes playlists on spotify.

 

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