2012. I REALLY THINK I'M MOVING IN (Feltville)

I REALLY THINK

I'M MOVING IN

(Feltville)

I have lost many things over the edge of fear and

panic. Like the dental-phobic patient screaming in

the chair, I want to run and disappear. There is

little more that I can do, having to stay, and live,

for you. Thirty years of schooling, and a union-card

to show the devils I exist, can keep me, no matter,

back from nothing and just returned. Go figure.

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I ate my own nascent children, swallowed my

cat-gut fire, doused the flames in lemon-lust

before realizing it was merely desire. I played

cowboy at the fenceline just to keep you sunny.

A million magic spaces, a hundred thousand times.

I finally learned silence, but only after I'd lost

my voice. I used my hands in a pantomime,

and it was, always, all by choice. I have lost

many things I've forgotten about, and now

all I can do is aimlessly walk, thinking of you.

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There really is an abandoned town I've found,

called Feltville. I think I'm moving in,

I really think I'm moving in.