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I spit fictions in your face.
I’m a dictionary on amphetamines.
Ears fill with tall tales and the
fire snaps and crackles.

We turn pages with our tongues.
From the dark ages of our lungs
winged breath flutters up the throat
then nests in your ear drums.

While the fire snaps and crackles,
the story told is our own.
Smoke dances in our nostrils,
but the story told is our own.
Flames sing to our faces
but story told is our own.

No need for amplification.
My soul is my microphone....