A distinct pattern is unfolding
Like a whore
Liquid spread across the floor
It's an avalanche
A twitch, a violent spasm
I can't control the night
The hollow cavity
I am powerless
With my head buried deep in a tome
And I couldn't get any higher than I am
As hoops of smoke evaporate
Into the air
There has been a death
It was a pharaoh
I'm the outsider, looking in
An atom splitting
Going off topic again
I'm discursive, pornographic
I have no faith, I can't be saved
I adhere to pleasure like dew
In a fishpool, a friend of hedonism
I fuck myself till I'm sore
I plug the hole like it's a ritual
I won't pass the buck
I took myself to a kirk to pray
I'm fat with rage
The choir were singing away to the oratorio
It was a lull
I was motionless and mute like taxidermy
Then I sighed from relief, parting rain clouds
All the voices in my head clubbed together
Then they shouted out like a waterfall of tears
Paralysed by fears
Can I hide in your beard?
- Author: Jordan Cash (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: January 4th, 2020 18:13
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 23
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