agitated
unable to
expel all of
this anxiety
everything’s
just so gross
covered in
a slick of
shimmering
slime
snot dripping
from god’s
left nostril
as she sleeps
away this infernal
seventh day
dreaming of all
the ways we couldn’t
possibly fuck up
paradise

my heart has
a short to ground
arcing against
the pitted ivory
bars of its cage
the rotting meat
keeping me somewhat
in a mobile state
as the essence of
who i longed to be
withers and wastes

all there seems
to be in this void
is semipoetic laments
a seething pit
where unfuflilled
desires rage out
as i count the
seconds between
lightning flash
to rumbling thunder
a silvery diffusion
in the gaps where
hope once sprang
a breathless sense
of burning to death
from the inside out

i am anxious
quivering the same
as a sparrow’s heart
hollowbones popping
as i fly into
another closed window
agitated and twitching
in a pool of my
own spastic regrets