Swallowing the
force of her dissolving the taste of me
From her tongue
washes the permanence
Of my desire to
exit the chasm of my skull
For this world
into ash
I see her
ambivalence drift the fervent playfulness into numb
Rearranged in an
alphabet of archeology
Into a way I could
feel like a fire knowing reciprocation
Was required to
kindle and so
The embers are
soaked in the turgid melancholy of disinterest
The faces of the
parade again stare back with occupied status
The hotel doors
are copies of copies brown wood and tall
Electronic locks
to the cackle of timing
Everything looks
like a recording
Immutable past
tense unable to interface
Understood these
words drift like an extinct species
Through biological
anthologies of a white crane
Stories told in
bar and living rooms with the volume swung low
The blob feels
like a jellyfish sting and the sway of nausea
Another face to
dub this weird, off, and I have no idea what to say
Or if I will ever
want to talk, participate in the waking walking
Arbitrary,
ambivalent, ironic disenchanted maelstrom
Come with tornado
evisceration to level this occupation
Of attempting to
believe that there is something to do in this life
Some days the list
is endless others every word looks like manipulated diversion
The inflation
pressure on the car tires
The paint hue on
the walls
The flight
schedule for a passport
The lawn’s verdant
elevation
The stomach’s
growling requests
The picture box’s
twinkling pixels
The pheromones and
fluids
The stitching of
the proletariat third-world
The water microbes
and carbon smoke
Her scent in my
drawers rising and falling
I do not want to
think about attempting to care
The logistics of
what the hell to do today
Feel like concrete
socks for treading oceans
Who cares just
check out the reef and get it over with?
Was hopeful now
hopeless
Mentally ill and
loving every hell
Lick the sewer
rim, monster again
I am repugnant
Write to push the
love into armpits and cranny coves
Mr. Feel Nothing
ballet on the levee
Vomit night, quiet
I’ll pass
Does anyone know
anyone?
Picked the man
from a past I knew not
Stacked like all
the compartments she did not wish to share
How many and
where, with what, and I shrink into the oblivion
Of irrelevant
trust
I offer a lifetime
like a breeze in one ear
And the currency
is so devalued the exchange rate buys nothing these days
Country gone
banana republic
The future feels
like retribution, announcements like gunshots
Worse to take and
blood to drown in the idea that life moves
When the
coagulated paste of not wanting to try
Clogged the mind
so early to keep the flood moving
Happy drowning
day!
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