In the Tree Canopy

A Boy With Roses

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 Offline)
  • Published: January 4th, 2020 18:13
  • Category: Unclassified
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