Sunday, April 10, 2016

Torch or Sleep

Torch illuminate to cave three days
companion night to days in drink in wine in sadness
so great and so cheap that your bed becomes a grave
place six feet deep and three pillows wide until
a mouth in the earth consumes you and
a worm tongue licks you and your
passion for science and women's
rights doesn't matter and only
sleeping more matters only
sleeping as much as possible matters
you sinking fuck you heavy weightless
sinking rock you
you burying root you cloud you didn't write a letter or
touch your mother's skin goodbye you
took your pills and drank good wine and
caressed the neck of your guitar for a moment and laid down and
closed your eyes and looked at the ceiling and
big goodnight so I goodbye

Whose Flag Bleeds

Corrupt I hello inside hello try abruptly to swell with an
unsick pride yellow monologue coffee table
dye and in some chest swell vocal fry bleeding American book of
negro blue patriot blue industry blue patriot blue computer
false who in true zero zero one one oh to be
two to be one too amongst the many is
just another accomplishment of the
entitled which is no accomplishment then sick
asshole dreaming patriot