Float Dissolve :: shallow breath :: September

September 29, 2006

shallow breath

Filed under: Poetry, derek_

she smells like fixatif laser pony
plastic guns
there is some high pitched frequency all over
underneath

what does it mean
there must be a meaning
it’s pretty real

close tight no contact skin touch

the back hurts, sit up straight
idea spill create

blade of grass twist shake pulsing

she is pulsing I retreat bliss still

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Derek Miles Verrilli was born on June twentieth nineteen hundred eighty-one at Lawerence Hospital in Bronxville New York. He received a relatively normal childhood and explored alienation at a young age. While developing resentment towards his peers he found solace in video games, music and art. Living mostly in fantasy it wasn't until he reached his early twenties that he decided to create a relationship with reality. Having realized the anguish and rejection he felt in his formative years was sorely magnified internally, he is now putting effort into working on his own mind. This blog is one of many attempts at communicating his erratic mental processes and to share some mundane experiences, which he finds beautiful.