i'll never be a poet

factory emissions

you say you hope between us this clears the air

i hope you know that the air has never been wetter with cement dragged across your face, your figure; thicker than a sharpened samurai knife could hope to chip at; blacker than the charred fury oozing out my chest you seem to think you can claim like two flapping fifty dollar shopping mall vouchers you earn as rebate for wasting away all that time and effort "getting to know" me

so tell me
in the end
what
do you know?

ah
my lovely poison letter dripping in all my heartfelt crimson venom from the corners of the screen.
i love to hate. i'll love you then
with all the love you aimed at me, what love you make it be, i'll show you,
i'll show you, i'll show you, i'll show you, i'll show you- HA!
what a sore abscess it is, a
grotesque, moulting, shell-lost slime
on my shoulder i itch to rake off.

NOLI ME TANGERE, i should wring around my doe neck
i mean it
from the soiled feet of my cor.
do not touch me.
do not interfere with my existence. 

i'd draw a square but
your fleshy sweaty hands catapult out like rubber
and dash the chalk in a slash
you purport into an O, a self-invite-
so i have to write this letter in inky toxin
so your eyes are stung by the vapour
so your blind eyes see and weep lines of penitence
so your hands shake in pale grey violence
so your bitter candy shell cor repents.

the air has never been blacker
only the white raze of my grin cuts through
from caterpillar-butterfly watch me morph into cheshire
and spit you in circles, tumbling down, down, down,
smaller, smaller smaller