DRAFT

THERE’S A KEY
STAGGERED IN ME.
IT TAKES SOME TIME TO OPEN…
SURPRISE!!!
NO FURNITURE
JUST DEAD FLOWER POTS
I NO LONGER WEEP ON...
WITH LOVE
BUT HATE…ACID HATE
POURING BACKWARDS.
FORGET YOU  FORGET MYSELF
AND NOW – VOID.
MEANINGLESS WORDS
DISMEMBERED
TRICKLING - ABRUPTLY
- COLDLY.
“ “IN VAIN I HAVE STRUGGLED “ ”
TO REMEMBER.
WEAK.
SHALLOW.
YET ABSURDLY TORTURING.
EITHER WAY:
REMEMBER SLASH FORGET –> PAIN
CRAVING
FOR YOU SLASH FOR ME –
FOR WHAT IT TAKES
PRETTY MUCH THE SAME THING.
THE SAME BODY
SWALLOWED VORACEOUSLY
BY A M-O-N-S-T-E-R
I MYSELF CREATED.
I DON’T CARE
AS BLOODY MUCH AS I WOULD HATE TO CARE…
AND IT HURTS LESS
AND NOT IN
THE SAME PLACE…
THE SAME MOMENT…
I MADE A WORD OUT OF YOU
I LOST MY HEART
AND BY LOSING IT
THE WORD GOT NUMB…
USELESSLY SHAKEN…
IT WON’T MEAN ANYTHING
NOT NOW…
NOT ANYMORE.
WHAT ARE YOU TO BECOME?
WHAT SHOULD I MAKE FROM A FACE
SO BLURRED,
FLYING SOME TIME AND LESS (IF ONLY) SOMEWHERE?
HOW SHOULD I FIND YOU
IN A DIFFERENT HOUR
WHEN THOSE TONGUES TURN SO FAST
FAKING AN ABSENT KISS
FOR YOU
FOR ME
AND I’M HANGING IN BETWEEN
MOTIONLESS ./?
GOODBYE, MY LOVER.
GOODBYE, MY ENEMY.
YOU WEREN’T THE ONE.
NOT IN A CARDINAL WAY AT LEAST…
STILL
I SHAMELESSLY
STILL TERRIFIED
STILL
WAIT FOR ANOTHER
BUT THE SAME.
IT’S NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS.
IT NEVER WAS ANYWAY.

SCREAM SCREAM SCREAM
I’VE LOST MY COHERENT SELF
I ONLY BABBLE IN A LOUD LOUD VOICE
NO SENSE
JUST STERILE SENSIBILITY
PICKING LETTERS AND SOUNDS
AS THEY COME
BLACK AND HARSH
SPITTING VENOM
FLOURISHING FOAM
TRICKLING
LIKE THE FLUID THOUGHTS
THOUGHTLESS THOUGHTS
FILTHERED THROUGH NARROW PORES
FORGETFUL TO BREATHE
BOHEMIAN BALLAD
OF AN INSANE
BORED POET…
DEPRIVED OF HER GIFT…
AMONG STRANGE WORDS
ALLIGNING SO BEAUTIFULLY
ON RUMMAGED PAGES.
STOP.
DROP THE ADJECTIVES.
THEY DON’T CHANGE A THING
THAT SMELLS SWEET BY ITSELF.
DON’T EVEN FAKE DESCRIPTION
BE HONEST!
NOUNS ARE PALE ENOUGH.
VERBALIZE THEM
UNTIL THEY START SPINNING
AROUND THAT NUCLEUS
OF YOUR BEING
THAT YOU TRY SO HARD TO GRASP
NO PERIOD
IT DOESN’T END THIS WAY
IT NEVER ENDS
IT JUST BECOMES INVISIBLE
TO THOSE THAT ONLY READ
DON’T READ
IT’S A BAD HABIT
THAT SHATTERS YOUR WINDOWS
AND MAKES YOU AS COLD AS ONLY
HEAVEN CAN FEEL
OR MORE PRECISELY
THE SERPENTINE TOWARDS IT
NEVER SPACE ENDING SERPENT-INE
PAVED WITH ROCKS
THEY THROW FOR YOU
TO CRACK
AND SCREAM SCREAM SCREAM