My peers kill the ants
For no reason.
The teacher kills my interest in the subject.
What a shame.
My mother kills my motivation for anything -
But it's slowly resurrecting.
Death after death after death
With no motive.
The world was better alive.
Too early for coffee
Too late for a date
With an unspoken tragedy corroding,
Corroding the trust.
Corroding the trust like the rust
On the fence at the school's far corner.
Perhaps one day a way to slip through.
Skirting around discussion of the black plague
But, lit by a blacklight, I say:
"My plague is blue."
Blue, like the hair
Of the person I care about most
But I feel I compete with a ghost.
The memories, the history,
The ghost of Dimitri
Means she can't be with me to the fullest extent.
And in a fit of rage and torment
I lament the fact that although
Harry got buttfucked in a park by an old man unknown
I can't lay a hand on my girlfriend in my own fucking home.
Double standards double standards.
There was nothing that the ant did.
Squash it flat for just existing?
On that logic I could shoot Dimitri.
Fucking starstruck - they're all away.
No Bi, no Trans, no sign of Gay.
He'll come tomorrow, but not today.
And when will I come? I've never orgasmed.
I'm stuck in a chasm of
Abstinence. Unspoken - but never dared broken.
A straight-edge society
Where I'm not straight, and I'm always on edge.
YOU ARE READING
to the devil, from a ghost.
Thơ caa mismatched anthology of poems I wrote over the course of the year that I wasn't really me. Very edgy but okay from a literary perspective.
