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


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