quiet doppler of misery

5/6/19 207AM

on my quiet stoop

i can feel my skin shuffle

it writhes and molts

like snakeskin

and i am just as serpentine

swallowing my lonesome whole

my gullet bulges

eat your sorrow

choke on your own breath

as i imagine the best demons behind me

the only demons here

burst from my chest

and are more miserable than i

i am so lined with silver

that not even they can kill me

jump off pointless bridges

shoot yourself with prop guns

drink whiskey labeled arsenic

and eat until you burst

i lost love a long time ago

and find it daily

but it is just as fleeting

as it was on the canal

the human condition

is one of perpetual motion

rocking yourself from birth to death

back and forth forever

oscillate and reprogram

insulate from rejection

and reject yourself

it’s all a young person can do

until we sell our toenails

to be made into glue