my mind never rests, a lifetime
burning cogs, smoking rubber
for what — a teaspoon worth of honey?
burnt out, smoked up
ten uppers and ten downers.
red bricks and cracked pavements;
we both lied about being from the city but it makes no difference, we're here.
victorian dress stained with the dirt
from the concrete hills we chased
the stars from
those dark nights, walled in, quarantine.
moved to the suburbs, your baby girl made
the internet, got reckless.
dear love, i sweat that you came too close
my senses are dull, lovesick, they
always would call me a hypochondriac.
left my clothes on my bedroom floor,
i let you inside, your warmth
something from above,
for this world is murky as hell
and doesn't care for innocence like love.
this ugly world, where there's no one to call when there's a murder because the cop is the killer.
no one cares until the flood laps at their doorstep
no conscience for consequence
apex species wading in their own darkness.
sneak out the back door,
dropped into a cold cellar on a hot day, fever
consumes
missing daughters, not a trace
nothing but a draft like
cigarette smoke, how it clings to your clothes,
sticks to your lungs like molasses.
i see the world through you but
we are hidden behind blinding white lies.
how can we blame a dishonest world
when our hands too, are bound and red?
when the fever begins, we have no one to blame but ourselves.
YOU ARE READING
you, and my materials.
Poezjagive me a few moments of your time so that i can dress you up in poetry give me your eyes, see the world through mine i beg you to be gentle, please have empathy this is your world, on the floor, by the bed like laundry, pick me up and use me. s...
