why did you swear to me
and let my numb feel odd
i understand the sympathy
of disparaging your own love
.
why did you swear to me
and let my numb feel good
if i don’t pass your humanity
i’ll let you be the first to intrude.
why did you swear to me
and let my numb feel odd
i understand the sympathy
of disparaging your own love
.
why did you swear to me
and let my numb feel good
if i don’t pass your humanity
i’ll let you be the first to intrude.
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A hush overcomes me,
And we’re too quiet in the standstill
In the loop that keeps on
Swallowing without remorse
Taking over our every honed recourse
As the roads were buried with snow and roadkill
Still, what else is there left to do
But love and suffer now
In the throes of you—maybe you—
And me, never me
I’m not there to be so simpleminded and so free
With you, always you
You plead ‘pray sing a song about me
Upon the day of my death’
Whilst I still find crass compliance in hoping
Hoping you find some sense in
Madness, all madness, all
But some may call it a sensible rebirth
The burn of twenty-six years
Under the bitter silence of our bored sanity
I wonder, left only to wonder
If you had finally found outer peace,
Then—sought out and sanitised
And sensationalised, they all made you
Into a teenage martyr playing their innocent fool
The gold and glitter tongues are ever so
Picky with what they choose to
Guillotine, but I promise I will never
Leave you in the rearview
Even as you do
Even as this silly heart promises another plastic scar
Even as my anguished mind scratches
At the walls and strips out the dirty seams
And slips on the iciest soul
As it screams and screams and screams for the
CRASH…but there’s only quiet now
Quiet like I said I love you
Screaming like I said I meant it.
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I fled the scene
A reckless scream
Embroidered tongue
A hanging screen
Intrusive holes
A leaky ceiling
Hold it—or don’t—
A strangled feeling
.
You hid the crime
A deathless prime
Unraveled lips
A drain, some grime
Illicit goals
A stranger’s flooring
Hold on—please don’t—
A breathless pleading
a light dusting of asbestos
and the gold lines of calacatta
following me past crumbling columns
.
knuckles softly bruised
olive oil dripping from the
salty crust of hardened bread
half-eaten, drizzled with
cough syrup and bad latin—
.
a prosody of unholy communion
history falling in five seconds
.
in this place, i am no one
i am as insignificant as
a flock of pigeons, and not quite
as entertaining—and not as
well-fed. though perhaps i am not my
destination; i am merely a splatter
.
of forged constellations
and the soil of a thousand other cities
encrusted on the soles of my worn shoes—
i am a parody of gilded wanderlust.
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too late to be disappointed
what’s there to chew but choke on teeth
take the blame—take me instead
faking stability for months within the
pursuit of something bullshit
did i look good when i tried my very best
or when you said i was built of
chasing inadequacies
did i stutter or sob when i sawed off
my limbic system, so you can’t
play my nerve anymore
to the tune of your most spiteful melodies
so wrench me open and tell me
it never ends
i’m prepared to be your perfect
permanent little burden
maybe one miracle ought to make me
a better man, then—or something
else brave and beautiful
to be your water supply poison
so tell me you’ll keep on pandering
and praying for me
like i’ll [be] give worth a shit if i feel alive
maybe i still love you but
it’s too early to try another failed suicide so
instead maybe i’ll just tell you
that you were right.
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