monikers, rancor, foul language eavesdropped from persons thought to be alone shapeshift in my greeting presence
linguistics meant for no ears will always find a pair and these are never to be ashamed of or unaccounted for
they’re the ones I live to decipher
like my abnormal heart beat
strange, inefficient, a little out of place
but keeping me alive
through a labyrinth of maize and brunette cowlicks I glide down easily on circular stairway banisters through scalp fields of varying lengths of hair
& with each galvanizing descent I rise back up again through addicts undertow to the tips of white lips the crashing conductor waves breaking over telepathic lies
& I round them like sharp coral stones over time trading the warp of degenerated memories for the momentum and power of positive stimulation in the brain tickling of centipede intentions
"Lee Pricer has always been able to connect the internal rumblings of one’s soul and soliloquize the beauty within the ashes. There have been so many moments in which he opened my heart to a paralleled experience to the universe of many other “lost souls.” I am forever grateful for those moments and am reminded that not all that wander are lost."
Erin Murray, Internal Wanderer, Artist
"Pricer’s poetry is visceral and potent with raw emotion. It will reveal to you the intimate, grotesque, and hidden parts of your psyche."