12/28/18 10:41PM
they scrape glass
out of dirty test tubes
and rotting dumpsters
gnashing their teeth
at every dissonant government
the winds are stampeding
through my plain thought
drawing water to the surface
making muck
there’s shards in my eye
and my lungs crackle
while i wait to get better
i don’t even drink much anymore
until i fall down
and just roll in it
i might as well join the navy
with how much i swear
i do it to stop my forehead
from imploding deep into my brain snuffing out the last torrid rays
that light dusty rafters
and black mold
i feel my speech bubble
morph into asterisks
daily