Alla this wild, shiny touching ( Read more... )

The only thing i know for sure
is i ain't gonna make it out alive - thankfully -
dragging myself up and down these stairs,
it's all too late to remember
when it began to sink,
drinking H.C. with sad beats
& throw her legs up onto my shoulders.

but Baby, that pain in yr stomach
ain't the same pain in mine.
So So.rry.

I blame me, & am
feeling quite lonely.

buildings sprung up
from my latest wound,
the sound proved
too much too soon
and there it all is
behind me like then,
like here will be
when then exists again.

hope when it all breaks apart the
jewelry in my chest'll have the
capacity to float alone and attach
itself to nothing and no one...

Becomes like a torn kite
dropp'd into the back pockets
of mother nature who by now
should have her tongue
down all of our magnificent throats--

's not Soul,
's not God,
's not Holiness,
but is, simply, us--

all silly pronouns simultaneously b! r! i! g! h! t!

  The only worthwhile sound is
  the sound of my mother
  and she’s
  dying--

a disjointed song of     slope-necked     love
beckoning the city’s wilted grasses to

raise & find a hallelujah in the
  sad jaws of our most decrepit
  atoms

like how fast asleep my father does seem,
  find me wide awake and curled at his feet
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