So fucking stuck,
withering life it swings
in my face, in myself
i dread to open my mouth
my mouth a can of worms
they squirm and attack
your tongue ripping thoughts
to splinters that shred the skin
so soft make it bleed, leave a trail
of rust-coated worn decrepit wrecks,
human tissue impaled on a pike
made of sparks that splatter like
hormones they strike an infection
in my brain as I crane my neck to
reach out and swim above the abyss
the abysmal dread of open mouths
screaming choirs of naked flesh-eating
bugs crawling under the earth, your earth,
your voice exploited, groped in recycling process
hands and legs keep spreading apart, away, off they come
like materialistic gains scattered in pieces misplaced in humus,
go hide, they buried, go seek in contaminated soils your being of toxic waste.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Värvitud sinised linnud
PoesíaVärvitud sinised linnud on kurvad. Nad ei nuta, vaid raputavad tiibasid ja pritsivad värvi. Kogumik luuletustest nii inglise kui ka eesti keeles. / The colored blue birds are sad. They will not cry, but shake their feathers and spray paint. This is...
