I always feel like
i’m interrupting something
like a great, beaming eye
i loose the throes of chaos
and most days i just grab water
onto that gold
it is a harbor of inept!
of dying curls,
and girls who are smart to leave!
there is a cold wind
of illness and youth!
and i just set my insides ablaze
to sad tunes
and remember when i
was a moon orbiting such heavy
fame, such grandiose depravity!
i am instead a slug,
dripping in bath water and a novelty
hoop and holler
dance and jiggle
you are slime to them!
revive your loneliest haunts!
purple eyed monster hunters!
would that i were Grendel,
i would die by some heroine’s lovely blade!
i compose gilgamesh and
drink until i slouch!
fuck off, tired thoughts of life!
with your greying work,
i built a temple to temporary!
marble and quartz, the laughing white
greater than aragorn and still,
i am more odiferous!
use your words when you can!
work in every tired vocab word!
interest is based on wordiness!
the woman i’ve loved need me to yell!
next time, scream your intentions or die in a room full of sycophants!
if not, die similarly alone!
in the end, i pay for the look!
i want to slow dance!
my moves are erratic, and i still talk!
but then again sweetie
who did you waltz with
who saw your light
like a dying canary?
- Author: Big Swifty (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: November 10th, 2019 02:00
- Category: Unclassified
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