7/21/18 11:28 PM
kill your sorrows
implode deftly! pick your pieces up, and paste them back! it takes the loudest bars to push these words out of me, and i know i am destined for worse! my vernacular is slurred, all bubble words that pop!
then a shimmer mist! a mental dam, and my jaw snaps the tide back! who are you, canal denizens? are you here or further down, sledge pulled by donkeys?
i sit outside of shit bars, and stare into the deep! it is just a trench! the deepest ever dug, and i have seen many!
i liked this place better with rose colored glasses! where everything was scattering! i pasted so much then, and am now a collage of man!
my degree allows me orders that i take for drunken wisdom! i’m done with this place, yet i return! am i not your shining king? i have escaped this town and come back to steal their whiskey!
i am a simulacrum of a happy man! always smiling! drinking merrily! passing out into pools of dread! i hang my holy hammock from my neck like an albatross!
the biggest birds fall the farthest! nests here are miles high, and keep you in like a cell! this couch is now my bed, but only until i am life-drunk enough to drive again!
see every person who ever beat you! with clubs! with hearts! with a spade i dug my own grave, the perfect size!
i no longer tranquilize my sadness, i tear it apart! kill thy sorrows, and be stripped bare to bones! grow a new sorrow, one that lasts a lifetime and nourishes!
dive deeper!
cut stems shorter!
kill the grass!
no green in these fields of athenry!
and even less to eat!
- Author: Big Swifty (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: July 23rd, 2018 14:41
- Comment from author about the poem: “kill your sorrows- a simulacrum in two parts” is the third book i will be releasing. available on amazon this summer
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