sketchbook of scabs

i wish
i could collect
all the words
that tumble
soundlessly
from my
idiot mouth

a bucket
filled with
all of the
unreciprocated
thoughts
not quite
poetic enough
in brutal
honesties
to pass off
as artful

a sketchbook
of scabs
highlighting
how truly
repugnant
the fool is
without
his talented
tongue layering
metaphors
to spackle all
of the leaks

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