This recycled breath
is mourned blue.
foaming spines and neon
something must be regurgitated
what you find
Is instead a vacuum
churning your personality
Into a sort of napalm
&
Incinerates hypodermically
where it agitates eternally
Skin prickles back
No more hesitation
Pretend now,
farewell
&
drop into
splendid obliteration.
Wanting for nothing
this budding rose
ready to wilt
along the stripped creek.
She's an arm's length
away, her taint some exposed
cove braving the sea
carved against the grain
of turning oceans.
Give them an opening,
a vulnerability
:
A pink belly to be
exploited
Their eyes misalign &
clue you into a smirk
behind a veil of smoke
seething
through chipped teeth.
:
A last breath is stolen.
Captured, your diaphraghm
is deciphering spasms.
:
they continue to
turn the ivory handle
Break the future into
dust.
You're an anonymous swell of life
In this modern world build up of asphalt
Asking, how should you contend?
Making sense of your biology in conflict
With the toxicity fused with psychic sludge
The world becomes smaller, you become
A little less smaller with it,
A sort of default perspective
Welds you into this closed space
A ball gag splits your jaw
And you cannot ask..
HOW CAN I CONTEND?
The more you question, the more you are
cemented
Saw a star up there..
a blip of bacterial dirt
over here
some blade of grass
in a sea of blades of grass
unglued out of context
some ignominious fraud
to cross my path
would dive his calloused hands
in my pocket, grazes my dick
pulling my pocket change
as i smile
Prosecutors worst night mare by arbitrarygood, literature
Literature
Prosecutors worst night mare
That great interpersonal conflict
Interrupted by siren spills
And somewhat confident still
I drop my cane aware of the fact
That this serious motherfucker
May tackle me obsolete.
I could be blinded into the pavement
A chunk of eyelid glued
Softly and subjectedly spilling my brains secrets
Onto some arbitrary plank of the boardwalk.
Sleep is that last rescue from self.
Youve gorged its metallic digits
Her throat throbs like a regurgitating hen howling for its dead troops.
No pain pulls ligaments.
Her sacrificial stare burns right through.
Its not the act that was sweet,
Its the aroma hanging still in the air.
return a thousand times.
They'll say youre 'reliving' it, they dont understand its a project.
These flies with rumors buzz beneath the doorway
Theyve eaten up the gut you plunged a dozen times... now
Its time to leave the IT behind.
fetishizing the noise complaint by arbitrarygood, literature
Literature
fetishizing the noise complaint
theres philosophy in splitting floorboards
above you
wether shes 450 lbs... 200.
the floor boards above you will creak
and you could pound back,
with your 450 lbs of force
maybe you have a golf club,
and when she pounds on your head
you fucking pound back.
dreary satisfation in retaliation
in that moment you dont worry about the pets you keep..
maybe you have an aquarium.
maybe she is dead eyed, focused, not on you...
do you want to be evicted? could you congenially ask her to quiet down...?
but you masturbate to the thought
of her feet in your face..
so you wander outside.
maybe her foot stomping is the impetus for you to get outside...
but
your bold festooned red banners
sell stupidity wrapped in platitudes
grinning bleached smiles
yawn into clouds of gnats.
masses of supine
useless idiots gesticulate at the galaxies
i hope they all implode in their cages.
they reign down on free thought
like a flock of histoplasmostic Bats.
something to bleed
my outrage
culling the undertow to
sweep me beneath
sea-grass
:
kissing
authoritarian cheeks
her bow on fire:
his tie soaked in kerosene.
This recycled breath
is mourned blue.
foaming spines and neon
something must be regurgitated
what you find
Is instead a vacuum
churning your personality
Into a sort of napalm
&
Incinerates hypodermically
where it agitates eternally
Skin prickles back
No more hesitation
Pretend now,
farewell
&
drop into
splendid obliteration.
Wanting for nothing
this budding rose
ready to wilt
along the stripped creek.
She's an arm's length
away, her taint some exposed
cove braving the sea
carved against the grain
of turning oceans.
Give them an opening,
a vulnerability
:
A pink belly to be
exploited
Their eyes misalign &
clue you into a smirk
behind a veil of smoke
seething
through chipped teeth.
:
A last breath is stolen.
Captured, your diaphraghm
is deciphering spasms.
:
they continue to
turn the ivory handle
Break the future into
dust.
You're an anonymous swell of life
In this modern world build up of asphalt
Asking, how should you contend?
Making sense of your biology in conflict
With the toxicity fused with psychic sludge
The world becomes smaller, you become
A little less smaller with it,
A sort of default perspective
Welds you into this closed space
A ball gag splits your jaw
And you cannot ask..
HOW CAN I CONTEND?
The more you question, the more you are
cemented
Saw a star up there..
a blip of bacterial dirt
over here
some blade of grass
in a sea of blades of grass
unglued out of context
some ignominious fraud
to cross my path
would dive his calloused hands
in my pocket, grazes my dick
pulling my pocket change
as i smile
Prosecutors worst night mare by arbitrarygood, literature
Literature
Prosecutors worst night mare
That great interpersonal conflict
Interrupted by siren spills
And somewhat confident still
I drop my cane aware of the fact
That this serious motherfucker
May tackle me obsolete.
I could be blinded into the pavement
A chunk of eyelid glued
Softly and subjectedly spilling my brains secrets
Onto some arbitrary plank of the boardwalk.
Sleep is that last rescue from self.
Youve gorged its metallic digits
Her throat throbs like a regurgitating hen howling for its dead troops.
No pain pulls ligaments.
Her sacrificial stare burns right through.
Its not the act that was sweet,
Its the aroma hanging still in the air.
return a thousand times.
They'll say youre 'reliving' it, they dont understand its a project.
These flies with rumors buzz beneath the doorway
Theyve eaten up the gut you plunged a dozen times... now
Its time to leave the IT behind.
fetishizing the noise complaint by arbitrarygood, literature
Literature
fetishizing the noise complaint
theres philosophy in splitting floorboards
above you
wether shes 450 lbs... 200.
the floor boards above you will creak
and you could pound back,
with your 450 lbs of force
maybe you have a golf club,
and when she pounds on your head
you fucking pound back.
dreary satisfation in retaliation
in that moment you dont worry about the pets you keep..
maybe you have an aquarium.
maybe she is dead eyed, focused, not on you...
do you want to be evicted? could you congenially ask her to quiet down...?
but you masturbate to the thought
of her feet in your face..
so you wander outside.
maybe her foot stomping is the impetus for you to get outside...
but
your bold festooned red banners
sell stupidity wrapped in platitudes
grinning bleached smiles
yawn into clouds of gnats.
masses of supine
useless idiots gesticulate at the galaxies
i hope they all implode in their cages.
they reign down on free thought
like a flock of histoplasmostic Bats.
something to bleed
my outrage
culling the undertow to
sweep me beneath
sea-grass
:
kissing
authoritarian cheeks
her bow on fire:
his tie soaked in kerosene.
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