Pillars of Salt

My thoughts are askew

A screwloose

Screw you

And what’s new

Who knew

Too few

Bitter sweet

Filter me

Tune me out

Zoom my doubts

Pillow dreams

Window screens

Closet screems

Ilene, Ilene

That’s not what I mean

When I said your crazy

Doped up fiend

Crazy ass dreams

And I’m still writing stories about the way that you scream

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