sinister
hasn’t gone
it shambles
on
reoccurring
withdrawing
coming, and
re-sucking
like salt's thirst
scowling over a
body tries pulling
wreckage onshore
does return hollow
what is fearful to
be loved, but this
picture is unpainted
with scars, i am the frame’s
dull occupant
hurt, pillared pillowed precipices
stay unchallenged
building upon its
featureless architecture of tearfulness
you tore right thru me
with that pigsty of a
heart that contained
nought affection
sunspots have burnt
holes, deep hollows -
deep awakening
burrows for -
dark grimacing birds
to roost and lizards to
sprawl where such
damage will not remove
a rain-filled-heart-width
falling that has no floors
this can’t be but is a feeling -
forevermore cutting
dig the sky under for the
skies aren’t wanted or
warranted to shine -
their sticky glinting
afraid of what sorrow might
bring? down in the bottom
of a tall glass stare up from -
indecent salvation
think
you own
your own hole?
but every
gleamed orifice
is rented or sold
i am so grey filled
with the graphite of
absence
it almost kills
tomorrow always spills
ready and wanting
empty headed -
waiting for such comets to blow
so when closeness
exhibits
expiry
paused
in someone else’s
worn mouth
an eyesore
of silence
or lonely
appears
its own desolate
shore
there are nooses
stiff as lovers up
against throats
makes the steepness
sharper, makes more
mornings blunter
why wake in that stale
body shape full of the
spent pages of others?
why must the cracks
always appear?
why?
answer this, and
indeed be hatched
a genius
beyond
what is actually mine
casual spaces
expanses hearse-like
magnolia cages,
that grasp of nothing
feelings of facelessness
thru-out phantoms
sparse and much colder places
beyond
is smudged and indistinct
touching, a wall of
allows loneliness
to thrive its feeding,
how to be isolated
by someone’s dislike
or skin rejection,
condemned to a ritual of one
out there
i sense your filthy presence
warm and un-drunk
waiting for orgasm twitches
for moonbeams to stick their strangeness
beyond my
ownership of none
this heart has known
naught but the winter
you placed there,
the wasted clocks
a lifetime’s rape of
once, here’s to the
hollow that engulfs me now
aperture and abyss
where often is drifted,
that feeling of return
quite the revulsion
leaves quite the sickness
come share this
intimate feud
this shame
this doubt, a head’s
worthlessness of opaque holes
constellations don’t
shake the sheets -
anymore unlike
thirst, it deafens it
weakens resolve
the likes of another hot person
awaits the shuddering pistol,
assassin of your sex
like the one you discarded
and left bereft
“splintery and dashed”
anonymous thighed -
salty brethren, selfish others
infect their brothers, beyond
what is stale an anniversary
of rust, there isn’t love