blame it on
the good drugs racing
through my veins

or blame it on
how my subconscious
taking the wheel
(reread, evidence
aspresentedpreviously
of the rip roaring
muchneededmentalrefresh
psychedelicsurge)
says more when the
razor finds flesh
for cuttingwideopen
thesethingsmanicme
cannotappreciatein
the fucking moment

blame it on
aninstancebroken
whereisaidallthethings
screaminginlowercase
so small
choking me
yet
i only seem
to
shout
inthe

.

blame it on
the goddamned fire
the bipolar pyre
meaning
giv
e it
afew
an
d
it
wi

everyday
itry
to
ignitea
spark
inalltheapatheticdismay
(they dont mention comes
with the convulsing corpse
of capitalism*)
(*heretofore to be refered to
as peasant growth stimulus)
what
k
i
l
l
sme
isdyingforaraptaudience
of
∅

i am
worthmore
de@d
thancuttingmyself
tomakethepain
r
ea
l

enough

worthmore
inthe blackmarket
deepweborgantraders
*they put the organ
in organic!*
*click the link and type
mental health awareness
in the top right for a
*free*
edible arrangement
*excluding dark chocolate
dipped fruits
*does not include overseas shipping
*this poem sponsored by
noidvpn

blame it on me
fuckit
i made
this
bed
ofnails
tiemedown
wearkevlarkneepads
andfuckmeuntil
those nails
i scribed
withhersmile
piercemylungs
andasthelast
bloodbubble
bursts
callmea
dirtysonofawhore
astheywheelmycorpse
tothe
dumpster
orfilthybathub
halffilledwithice
down the hall

idontcare
there
arethese
times
itissofuckingheavy
havingtofeelsomuch
allthetime

wheredoyourun
from your
b
ra
in
?

blameiton
someone else
godknowsyouarent
willing to accept
youretheonetoblame

i am just rubbing
twosticks
asmyfiredies
because it isn’t in
the bible the bottle
or between her
shapelythighs
(buticancheck
the last two once more
to be safe)
and when i comedown

bleeding pretty
is a job
forthecritics
to determine once
they pronounce
you dead

whatever happened
to your favorite writer’s
favorite writer?
easy. forgotten.
and