i greeted the day
with a come hither stare
filled with
pestilent promise
my venom sacs
are filled near
to bursting
so if i am quiet
it is because
i do not relish
scarring your beauty
with my razored tongue
and clouds of
acerbic whining
an acidic spill of
my insecurites
to ruin an otherwise
horrific thursday

my thoughts are
coming at me
too quickly from
every direction
the electrified grief
in anxious ponderings
coalesce across my
fractured disenchantment
to form a seething
shell of homespun miseries

don’t make eye contact
with the fool
or you might not
forget the fires
as they lick your skin
from my vacant hunger