she wrapped i love yous around my throat and i sat festooned with this prettiest noose smiling as she tied the end to an acorn she carefully tended in the nutrient rich heartsoil of many sundered loves in the graveyard fitfully sitting behind my crystal cage ribbed for her displeasure knowing one day i would […]
occasionallysleep escapes myclumsy fingersnow i fumble abouthalf asleep andhalf pissed offwaiting to seeif the sun willrise or if thiscold that settledin my heartquiverwill ever ceaseas i sit hackingand wheezing andlonging to dreamof her.
angels and demons snarl at my heart’s worship, brimstone warbles through a tempest of harmonies, a glorious cacophony of dreamshivers. the predatory gaze of jackals in sheep’s clothing tracking what they hope is wounded easy prey, while pontificating their best intentions. being chased through the snow by bumbling villains, hiding cruelty in self serving semi-literate […]
i cannot getwarmon the vergeof frozen tearsshakingin anger they knewthis would happenand yetthey didnothing rather thanspendon improvingthe infrastructure they left usto freeze how do youforgivesuch negligencehow do youforgetthe silence there will bea new crisismanufacturedto divert eyesa celebrity scandalor somethingequally vapid and the only oneswho will paywill be the onesthat suffered just like always.
in every breath turned to mist in the frigidness that gripped me tightly, a cerulean lover hungering for every bit of my fleeting warmth, in those clouds of lingering dreams, expelled into the aether a million unwritten odes, of my love for your immaculate wonder, your name etched in cursive on my tentative pink tongue,so […]
never before have i had such a clear account of the bastards reigning in incompetence scrambling to save their careers as children and the elderly sit in silence waiting for help and the only weapon i have is my words is my frustration as i huddle in the car shivering from the sorrow of being […]
the caper rolls across the plate indignant to lay on the cream colored tablecloth you sigh as i watch the evergrowing stain as it races down the fibers as the magpie screams in the darkness i blink the flickering light of the candles ceased i wonder were they ever there i reach out into the […]
the biggest plusof this digital ageis no one can see mesobbing as i lieand tell them i am fine it’s snowing againand i am broken fifty six hourswith nopowerwith nowordwith nohope i can feel mychest tighteningas i fight the tearsthat don’t seem to stopsitting in the cardreading going backinto that frozen helltime for the earlymorning […]
a power outage is temporary a power outrage is brewing as the poor freeze in the ghettos yet there is no relief In sight. infrastructural failings as the sky turns gray above more snow is coming with no plan in play how does the state make up for this catastrophic ineptitude? they won’t because fuck […]
brittle.at the edgeof my serene ifeelbroke. yet strangely.complete it is warmunder all theseblanketsyet the comfortersoffer no comfort. the worldis a mazeof amazingnothingnessdappled withshades of longing. i see herin the darkyet i cannottouch her. that is true hell.held beneath the icebrittle.at the edgeof my serene.
vague nothing seemingly deep explanation metaphor nothing still. quasi intellectual statement (misworded) turn the message to now shine a light on the writer feigned humbleness. repeat vaguely while still keeping the light on the writer without saying a word with depth. repeat daily to thunderous applause. a gift of celery words they crunch but are […]
it is seven in the morning it is forty seven in my apartment and it is one degree outside been without power twenty nine hours now and i just want to feel something except this bone deep frozen depression. my heart aches as the scent of wildflowers hangs in the still air yet i am […]
criminal misuseof basic prosedisguised in selfaggrandizing linesit justmakes me sadthese gamesplayed by childrenpretending atpious preachingcast as poetry. online lothariosnarcissistic saintsusing artless attemptsto bring old eyeswith zero interestin whatever snake oilthese thieves peddle. poetry is sacrednot a chess pieceto be played as checkersby clumsy pretenders. but you wouldn’tunderstand thatyou’d have to be ableto see past yourselveslong […]
i can seemy breathlaying in bedtwelve hourswithout power. i can see youwhen iclose my eyesignoring the coldfor a kiss from you. my eyelidsfeel heavyunder these blanketsdaydreamingabout you. there are daysthe world feelsout to get meif it can go badit will. but when iclose my eyesyou are thereand i rememberit’s not so bad.
a perk about being hopelessly romantic, when the power goes out and the wind chill is below zero all those candles you have for sobbing romantically can raise the ambient temperature by a few degrees may have to die alone but not in the dark or frozen. when they find my ice covered corpse the […]
it is ten degrees outside, and i would give just about anything to hold you tight and sleep til summer. i just really fucking need you, my love. scoot closer, i have poems to kiss along the back of your neck.
poets should come with warning labels skull and crossbones printed on their pretty little tongues danger! in all caps (you’ll have to imagine that) a list of possible effects may cause: prose odes insufferable longing madlypassionatelove desire dreams hopes and most importantly: once you’ve become a poet’s words how do you ever want to be […]
in the moments between moments, there, my love for you screams loudly to echo off everything; i woke to a world covered in snow muted by the heavy flakes the only sound i heard was your name carried on my pulse i could not say with any certainty if it was the cold or simply […]
anxiety rocket fuel coursing through my insubstantiality haven’t been able to relax. cooking. cleaning. not writing. incomplete words keep me fretting. trapped in constant motion yet no matter how i try never moving where i desire. not sure how i fucked it all up but the raw nerves lit up with crackling burst of doubt […]
[golden bells with coppery notes juniper berries, exsanguinated in the prepubescent moon’s low gravelly tones, crooning dirges to rattle the mountainside with malignant sapience, earth sighs in clay lumps and tectonic need] ~alienated in the sudden sodden banality, benign beams of ultraviolent ideation waxing on the weightlessness of molten dreamslurry~ the sparrows sing for my […]
there are days when i feel strapped to the brass gears ticking ever forward thrusting me ever closer to being ground to paste pulped as my juices slowly clog the precision timing until all that remains of my disambiguous remains seizes the perpetual notion machine ensconced in calciate striations that spell her name in cursive […]
a tentative tendril of pain, slithers sinuously through my swollen sinal cavity, signalling a surrender to my rational pleas for release; daytouched nightmares abound, sallying forth through this rupture of malfeasanced woe, an ever shifting ball of icy dissonance in static dismay; my sense of self has fallen into this pearl crusted conch, the tides […]
the kids are sleeping the world is silent except for the wind the bastard never seems to stop howling even as everything is at peace; i am staring up at the ceiling cold and miserable my face hurts my ear hurts and the goddamned words ~my usual salvation of sorts~ well the cursor keeps flashing […]
it is hot hot hot as hell as piss (hotaspissinhell) it is hot. for the love of god it is cold cold as hell (freezingfrigidteethchattering) it is so very cold. tepid turgid tropic turmoil. none all i do not know not really. it is cold cold cold cold and i feel so consumed by these […]
the sparrows have decided to avoid the storm and take refuge on my porch they are lined up on the grill lid watching me watch them i am not sure what it is they see when they hop little eyes locked as i whisper poems about you, my love they seem nearly as enthralled as […]
can’t tell if it is snowing small crystals wafting slowly to the icy concrete or if the world is slightly granulated in the cold with this aching need for you can’t tell a lot of things in this eerie fogbank that fills the frost lined hallways in my mind i told you i love you […]
i am an empty suit of armor, a sword scabbard, a stump, a target, a thin sheen of ice along her pulmonary painstutter watching the frozen world spin backwards, every good intention reversed, every utterance of love gone unseen, unread, unwanted vitriol and virtuosity evenly decrease the viscosity that keeps my steam powered heart vibrating […]
a feeling of insignificant frustration percolates through my insular broken i miss the sun or mattering but neither are on the horizon so i clutch my aching silence tight to my chest for simple lack of anything else
the sparrow flits from branch to branch on the slow moving canal behind the industrial park that looks much the same as every other industrial park in this rundown section of the ass end of the city the mallard dives i am unsure for what unsure if he is aware of why but he dives […]
the edge of the knife carefully peels the detritus clinging firmly to this acrimony leaving a spiral indentation tracing every lost ventricle of hope. in this hollow hedgemaze of emotional hostaging all that is left are discarded rinds bated breaths and the still warm misconceptions leading away from home.
my cold tin heart beaten into form by the callously disregarded sighs regurgitated in soulless embers of these dreamscarred wispy unoblivions frozen in amethyst these alabaster lies on the subtle edge of brittle recompense left drifting alone the incidental wreckage swirling sapphire sorrows in my scarecrow brain my love is a bucket of filthy water, […]
no sun today just the miserable promise of rain and cold shivering on the couch a lack of sleep a lack of concern drifted off soundly as the alarm sounded left feeling just as unimportant as always on a below freezing morning spent staring out the window wishing softly for something more but frankly sick […]
hey dad. just me. i got my first hardcover today has my name on the spine. you’d be so fucking proud. but you don’t have a clue. i was pretty much a collosal fuck up took you dying to straighten me up by breaking me down. but i started writing. to maybe ease the ache […]
driving through a winter storm to little town texas lost in you as the windshield ices over lone sand trucks monitor the bridges the only way to combat winter in texas is to just stay home yet here i am ninety miles away at ninety miles per hour ignoring the conditions outside just feeling those […]
as the blade runs down my chest i bleed technicolor in a world of gray nothingness each droplet of spectral malfeasance poisoning the colorless painschism that exists in this contradictory hellscape of monochromatic self serving delusionary malpractices i am nothing in a world made of ashes daydreaming of her
dopesick. lovesick. shiveringallaloneinthe darknessofanotherdayin myownpersonalhellspent missing you.
the pressurebehind my eyeshas the worldin a falsesense of half speedas i struggleto containthe rapid eruptionsraging throughmy inner ear so i dothe only thingi know i throw everypiece of mybroken intoloving her letting go ofthe acheinflaming myevery otherinsipid thoughtpouring accelerantover the infernoshe igniteson my everyraging desire
the clouds are thick angrily tossed over everything and it seems the sun ain’t gonna rise today the chimes sound apathetically in monotonous tones as the coffee sits steaming and forgotten a new day begins as the pressure shifted from cheek to ear sending shivers of ache along the petulant day fell asleep with your […]
mycelium spores impregnate my collosal flaws sprouting down the empty entry of rampant remnants tearing through the essential building blocks of who i once could have been if it hadn’t been for my own inability to evolve into someone worthy of love an empty vessel interlaced by mycelium spores living in the dark untouched by […]
i am the vase, she is the flower\ i am the crack, she is the matisse/ there is a loss in transience debuffering a compression conflict lost lost lost. i am the vase, she is the transcendental wonder inherent in life i see the masterpiece hidden in peonypetals somedays love is a bed today it […]
under gray skies where even the birds don’t sing as much as scream at the utter pointlessness of it all the damned feathered rats, undiagnosed dinosaurs with hollow bones, screaming screaming squawking yelling only to have the sound bounced back by disinterested heavens vacant mothers on thunderously gray dismal squalls i sit alone building little […]
sold my soul so many times the devil won’t answer my calls sends me straight to voicemail where i ramble on incessantly about that weekend in vegas until he feels guilted into texting me back at three in the morning hoping to catch me asleep i don’t sleep it’s cold lately but in that emotional […]
her poetry wrapped itself around my throat with her silky elegance until i hung from her every beautiful word
i struggle the ache throbbing through my tender wrapped in this silent cacophony a warm cocoon struggling against this metamorphosis seeking only to become entangled in you
i am a droplet of condensation hanging solemnly from her web sunlight tickles through my supple translucency erupting ashadowplayofsoftlywhisperedodes tohersingularwonderfromwhichiam sothouroghlyensnaredenchantedby themajestyofher over her delicate beauty as she shimmers in my souldew refraction
atlas holds the entirety of the heavens upon his shoulders while i struggle through the day with this ache in my chest traveling to my skull as everything feels just too goddamned heavy for a fool alone with his thoughts if i could wrap my arms around you and forget every other aspect of existence, […]
a crack forms small at first but gradually spreading dancing down the supple subtle of sultry sanguine sorrows as i sit hearing the cry of the cuckoo still trapped in between my aching gasps illiterate alliteration the only means to pacify the persistent painful pangs of prickling pins i left myself in the pool of […]
the sun becomes binary splitting the angriest atom not content to consume itself but willing to reflect a secondary superheated ball of malice upon the already furious white caps storming the beach a watery recreation of normandy less blood and screaming more little gulps of sand as the indomitable will inherent in choppy surf meets […]
cleaned the inside of the windshield yesterday an act six months ago i could not force my broken shoulders to perform didnt realize just how clouded ny vision had been until it was no longer refracted through the residue of resinous sorrow that seemed to linger over everything now i squint into the morning’s no […]
today i lay on the ground ignoring the cold bite to make angels in ashes as the world smolders around me staring at the sky with funnel clouds pulling at the plumes of greasy smoke a big smile stapled to my face little ashen angels in a row across the yard my heart screaming out […]
wrap my heart in banana leaves fry my liver in olive oil slow roast my thighs consume every ounce of me until all that remains of my remains circulates the paradise inside of you
in a moment of foolishness i believed in myself thinking perhaps my words had value but then i saw the other lines that made you gush and i realized it was all just a goddamned lie playacting by fools pretending to enjoy every insipid word until the truth is as vacuous as everything else
she looked at me very seriously if you could be pretty or talented, which would you choose? i just laughed made it this far without being either guess i would pick the talent. she nodded yeah, pretty would be wasted on someone like you. i didn’t know what that meant just that she meant it […]
i am ugly today uglier than normal as the world is reflected in my dull gaze the sky the color of bile the clouds toxic puffs poisoning every absent thought even the birds sing as if congested with wheezing whistles the day is ugly like me uglier than normal i will avoid mirrors and windows […]
she smelled like nightshade a dab of hemlock behind her delicate ears the almondy taste of cyanide on the back of her knees sirin on her lips notes of wormwood in her salty sweat every taste worth the risk as my need outweighs the steady shaking in my weakened limbs just a side effect of […]
uranium two thirty eight courses through her smile irradiating my carbon core rearranging this insipid heart pulsating in atomic dissonance there is a mushroom cloud in her eyes that leaves nothing but ash in her wake, all i want is to burn in the purifying flames of her embrace as the world fades to white […]
no color today the world is a mass of gray tumors while i am black and white and dead inside a piece of lumber left to rot ascotmycota fester along my surreal my sublime coated in spiral angst my shell is cracked in this world without hue in this bed without you
of fables and foibles on oceans of sin, in moondust distractions and the stardust within; in flickering flames hidden in shadows cast, prismatic speculations lashed to the past; i hear the melodies as the sparrow sings, long to take flight hollow bone meanderings.
i long to feel your breath upon my lips the moment before we kiss as our mouths blossom into a soft sweet moment where everything simply stops i long to feel your breath upon my lips for in that moment i shall be complete
continuity static discharge across the binary passionwhispers of the elongated sighs reticulated in spectral benevolence on the obsidian shell of past agonies a mask of denials wrapped in layers suffocating truth with pandering lies best left to dreamashes her breath travels down my every detraction, reflecting the image of me she has planted firmly in […]
i see the harpies in the branches preening each other whispering words of encouragement for the world to see all while unaware everyone knows the game they play every unmeant compliment given builds themselves with no thought to the recipient masking the ugliness in their hearts with a manufactured facade of sweetness pulling in fools […]
the rain falls in silver daggers cutting through the detritus of a fractured sphere neon dreamshivers cascade through mercury chemtrails illuminating the tumored expanse between rhythmic heartthunders in her chromium tinted soulshatter i scream your name in the midst of dream, seeking the salvation in your arms, falling falling falling, ever into you, the world […]
i am brittle at the edges fragile this morning feeling like any sudden move will make me fall apart in this quiet apartment understanding what exactly apart means in dire need of you, my love
what is a man but a collection of jagged bits rusted screws angry hornets with cured leather draped over distempered bones what is a woman but an unwritten ode of soft spoken truths in a hurricane icy daggers half dreamt scenes overlaid upon ambiguous sunsets
empty eyes stare creepily from the shadows static images pulled into distortion minor hellscapes wrapped in still frame disillusion random bells chime as the world totters on axial disinterest magnetic polecats prance along frozen sine waves shivering down faux marbled reticent refrains no matter how loudly i scream the emptiness swallows my voice until i […]
this morning is the first i can remember in weeks where the wind isn’t an icy dagger down the back of my neck so the universe mixes it up with a sullen drizzle reminding me life is not to be enjoyed without consequence early morning post office trip as an old man talked for the […]
he has been folded so many times umwanted hands taking my words then twisting them into the shape they long to see trying to turn the fool into something he never was ignoring the creases already deeply set seeking the form most adjacent to their dream when that doesnt work when he doesnt follow the […]
he wasa peculiar mana known liarperpetually betweenjobsrelationshipsdreamsa part timekleptomaniac full timelosertrying to findthat last scorethe big haulto put alifetime of bad luckto bedat long last she wasa lovely soulscarred by lifea pyromaniacflames wrappedaround her ribsprotecting herfaberge hearta hidden treasure forgottenby the betrayalsthe gamesthe agendasshe had nointerestin participating inuntilthe fateful dayshe stumbled on him he pickedher […]
some streets have too many ghosts in these small towns that are nothing more than graveyards home is a place of loss my first tooth ny virginity my innocence all those firsts to never be regained scars kisses broken hearts just another anthropomorphic ouija board running from the dead dying in small cuts mostly self […]
we snuck out the middle of the night unable to take another moment apart we didnt have a destination just a need so we went to a park and let our mouths our hands say the things words failed how long did we sit steamed up windows our fever spreading by the contact until we […]
the back hoe engine revs in the silent morning the treads seeking purchse to climb the curb to desecrate the brown grass beeping incessantly as the men stand sipping cups of steaming coffee in the too cold texas morning as i stare out the window over an empty highway daydreamilng about bed about her about […]
i dont say anything not really but i do it in a way that gives false depth use of shadow illusionary meanings left to the reader upon closer expectation a mirage always just over the next hill but truly a blank expanse asphalt illusions of brittle hope i know my limitations one track mind on […]
he brandishes a broken sword sure it is allegorical but unwilling to fall into that rabbit hole of every misspoken sentiment since the first basic moment of sentience stumbling over sensory delusion in a life sentence of broken sentences he cannot help but pick at the scabs delighted at the crimson droplets along the refrain […]
we were spending a lazy sunday lounging in bed when the call came that he was dead it’s funny knowing someone is dying yet how shocked the news of their passing still manages to be i wish i had started spilling my guts to this uncaring world that morning when i found out he died […]
art is a cesspool filled with empty words a quagmire of screaming voices begging for attention quality secondary didactically driven in false sanctimony a constant need for stranger’s validation at the expense of accidentally saying anything of value art is an open sewer filled to the brim with predatory gators always smiling as they lazily […]
one of the many lieslearned the hard waywas that lightningdoesn’t strike twiceif you were to run your handsacross the lichtenberg scarsthat trail down my chestan array of fern leavesin puckered flesheach leaf engravedwith the ghost of a smileas each blood vessel burstwith every last kisslingering dischargeacross deadened skinfaint whiffs of perfumesthe taste of salty tearsmaybe […]
insipid imitatations inspired immolations these vapid insistent instigators puffed up on self importance crows acting as ravens watching from the stands as they fumble using collanders to catch the rain not understanding what they manufacture in generic throes she simply breaths through supple prose trying to catch lightning huddled in bunkers unable to grasp beauty […]
there is anoil slickon the coffeefractalsthat prevent my lipsfrom crackingthe amorphous shellbetween wakinginto another hellor strugglingto find solacein five minuteintervallicsleepwitherswhere dreamis an elastic bandaround rusty valvesin cardiac distress i wokelooked for yourealized exactlywhat new fuckerywas being imposedby realitythen stubbornlydrank coffeewhile glaring atthe ever brightening skyintermittentpalpatationsheartshivers tremblingover the invisiblesilken webthat connectsher wonderto my sense of awe
the devil’s in the details and baby, you are in my every dream how about we make the heavenly choir blush tinge those pretty halos a sultry shade of pink ’cause if the devil’s in the details and my tongue is deep inside of you then hell sounds like a slice of heaven blanketed in […]
the only outstanding thing about him was the warrants he ran from across the country one step ahead of bondsman debt collectors a trail of broken hearts because empty promises were all he had to give as the bounty hunters search seedy motel parking lots on the bad side of whatever one horse town he […]
iris glidesdownthe prismatic infusionto fill her clay potfrom the seasher wingsno more thanscarred stubsstill try to flutteras sherefills the cloudsto bring aboutthe rainsher sorrow tingedlaughterin the dissipatingflourish ofthe arching rainbow
once a day the asian lady that lives above me goes out onto her balcony she sings words i do not understand in a soft partially broken tone like a siren that smokes heavily nicotine stained fingers her scales losing their luster singing out over the(waves) parking lot to lure a lost love home i […]
she excites a feeling of unknowing nakedness across the heartspatters that frame my willing desires of petulant flame casting off the multi-hued dispersions of aches before dancing shadows on the quiet cave walls of painted dream a momentarily [motionless sea on which we float in stasis] swept upon lingering tides of calcified lustshivers carved from […]
the last dregs of dream cling tendrils of foggy unwaking adding a hint of her held tightly to my chest in every absent thought as the coffee brews and the sky lightens outside half rapturous half agonizing wildflower petals softly spoken declarations in a haze of dreamslurry the sparrows line up to watch me watch […]
damn you damn you damn you damn you and your (egregious dreamstallionry) vociferous viper lying wait in the cool grass for a wary traveler such as i oh, yes such as i indeed for i am on to you(temptress) vapid unconcern ladled by voluptuous nymphs with moonkissed breasts swollen with promise the mistress screams from […]
shefancied herselfa queencarvingan imaginarykingdom a toxic spillblurringthe checkered board so blindedby her owninsecuritesshe sawpeopleas pieceswith nounderstandingof the mechanicsassuming anybeneath herwere all pawnseven as shepretended totreat themlike knights shefancied herselfa queenunaware historycan always tellbenevolent from bully a paper machétiaraover sad lonely eyes
the river stands still from my vantage on the bridge the waves flash frozen in place lackadaisical reminders that the things we do daily mean nothing in the grand scheme as the thick ice groans in the early morning diffusion of light through thick blanketed gray i can happily recall silent mornings listening to the […]
they judge honest reactions because they don’t feel anything but a need to be praised for their own cleverness at the expense of saying anything at all i feel the urge to speak torn away screaming to nothing while they blather endlessly felating themselves for lack of toothpicks so desperate to be seen little more […]
this morning the taste of poetry on my tongue is muted in the coffee and empty lines constructed by so called poets who barely manage to mimic the movement spasmodically arranging letters without ever touching the words dripping false sincerity in vapid lines this morning the taste of poetry on my tongue is of drowning […]
her gaze crucifies my ego against the white hot iron drawn forth from the sin in her heavenly form all that remains is the schism between rational physicality buffered between every sensual lash on throbbing need
when all is said and done my life’s works spread across the table like the legs of a dead whore i hope to be seen as ansel adams through the lens of zdzisław beksiński pure emotion strung tight in a sadists corset of sorrow’s twine not a poor man’s bukowksi with sylvia’s heart on his […]
seeking to pour myself into her padlocked heart to coalesce around the rusted tumblers seeking the right combination to unlock the love within her that screams to me in the silence between thunderous heartshivers an amateur locksmith locked out of his own perpetual longing out all night helping others escape the darkness inherent in a […]
i am tired, sitting outside the laundromat, of the indifference so causually given just exhausted from vagueries, as the line forms for the tapatia, my stomach grumbles the air is too thick with unspoken words, as i cannot navigate the ones actually spoken an empty bottle of cognac sits, a mist forming, i am not […]
it is exhausting this inexhaustible fire sucking the oxygen from the room still i burn from within the dying ember of the very first star to simply stop when i say i don’t understand, sometimes that means everything, the metaphors make it impossible to see anything but the mud caked across my tongue, i am […]
some evenings i feel too earnestlike i could spill my every secretacross the milky way in gentleprose tucked in breathy whispersto the hidden moon high abovethe clouds there is nothing to stop the floodbuilding behind the hastilyerected levees and baby, i am waybelow sea level in the absence ofyour lips upon mine and i need […]
the sky is neon gray the sun infusing the clouds with that radioactive glow that promises just less than you want need or deserve the love of a mother filtered through stinging rebukes or material possessions that leave the scars aching in the early morning chill these days sitting at the edge of a full […]
i could not tell if it was her [eyelashes] my [heart] or the very [ground beneath me] that fluttered when she made eye contact across the crowded street but for a second briefly then gone there was a mystery /a wonder/ that seemed to suffuse the still world in the(golden nimbus)of dream as if nothing […]
on dreary days like this the thought travels with every stinging lash of ache maybe i died expired just a spectre of promises dashed malingering in this too big bed staring up at an uncaring ceiling for eternity the ache an anchor keeping me tethered to a plane where i never truly existed outside sirens […]
i added gingerfreshly shavedto the coffee groundsthis morningan agonized skullthrobbing alongto the piteous whineof valves half rustedin my chestmy gutsfeel like an empty nettrailing behinda trawleron an ocean ofinsipid deathpullingpartially dreamt dreamsto the harborwhere all poetseventually end upon a benchas their ink flakesinto the seaof salty indignationfor words never read
there is anache it seemsto beginin my leftshoulder bladewhere it knotsalong my neckbefore stabbingdirectlyinto my brain a red hot bladethrough the butterygelatinspiked withchemicalsdelusionsand other sundry things but it begins withan ache somewherein that gapwhereif i werea real boymy heart wouldhangin an ivory cageinstead of thissawdust sackfeebly spinningin condemnation
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