smug runic pots
littering the tables
of the auteur
that somehow
made it into
our descriptions
of the morning
routine
not enough C
they tell me
you need more melanin
and serotonin
don't forget your B12's
and plus some vitamin
that sounds like
a disease that's
exclusive to poodles
all these
different coloured pills
winking at me when
i pour them out
just give me a vitamin bomb
and be done with it
i'll take the whole lot
and ascend to penultimate
Health
my sphincters are ready
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(untitled) -- a collection of experimental poetry [COMPLETE]
Poetrymy keyboard is a minefield. my mind is broken glass. when my body bursts apart, the shards catch light and look like blinking stars. ( 1 year of poetry )
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