The birds in the sky
Swallow the light
As the sun falls
Their city moaning
And pining for a partner
***** towers
Standing alone
Casting wishful shadows
Almost a brutality
Within the haze
The concrete organs
Seeking blood
Through a different means
Feb 14, 2019
Feb 14, 2019 at 11:21 PM UTC
The sunlight in my hands is *****
But I keep it anyway
Trying to make it last
Before nightfall
When it comes
The moon's soft touch
Does not satisfy me either
I walk slowly
Hoping for some wind
Feb 14, 2019
Feb 14, 2019 at 11:10 PM UTC
Powder blue knuckles
I knock them against my glass
The sound is the buzzing of mosquitoes
Beckoning me to swallow
Feb 14, 2019
Feb 14, 2019 at 11:07 PM UTC
I’ve walked on a red carpet before
The floor was sticky
The bright lights broke my eyes
And the beer was delicious
When it ended
I was in a hospital
An old woman grabbed my arm as I left
I don’t think she wanted to be alone
Feb 14, 2019
Feb 14, 2019 at 11:04 PM UTC
How come
I am always dying as a martyr?
My thoughts constantly drifting
To funeral marches and sobbing relatives
How will I die?
A botched parachute jump?
Saving a small child
From a moving vehicle?
My funeral will be adorned
With white icing
The flag of my nation
And a flock of doves
Testaments
To my infinitely philanthropic nature
And unending commitment
To human liberty
Why is it so easy
To tack a medal to my breast?
Maybe because
I exist
As my bloodline
dowses its progeny with ****** praise
So eager
to bathe
In the violent tears of this world
That are ancient castles and monuments to men wearing wigs
Or maybe
Because I'm just selfish
And I often *** all over myself
On my paunchy stomach
Feb 13, 2019
Feb 13, 2019 at 4:31 PM UTC