Black text on white background. It reads: My Cherry Pie The coffee’s black, bitter as space between galaxies in the narrow circumference of a chipped ceramic mug On the steam, a dead girl rises – She’s a virgin She’s perfection She’s on fire Hungry in the Red Room, a backwards dancer wreathed by endless iterations of self The agent stirs in his sleep heartsick, restless His pillow is a log Diane Diane, can you hear me? An owl erupts from his seizing throat It is exactly what it seems cry
Happy Twin Peaks premiere day to all who celebrate #TwinPeaks #AgentCooper #Poem
In honor of the peerless David Lynch, here is a bit of weird poetry to commemorate his work:
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