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Duke Thompson Feb 2015
Staring at self in mirror
Do you see any clearer
Break the glass
Hit the stash

Cut back and say look at me
All great grand grandiose lucidity
Can breath out and see thru
Tipping the morning dew leaf
Sipping some silymarin
Nectar of the gods

Rejuvenating oils of the midnight lamp
Pressed in a stamp
Crushed with a hose clamp
Morpheus or Prometheus
Really one and same
Duke Thompson Feb 2015
sometimes I'm afraid they'll lock me up
madness seeping out of my pores
along with ethanol

please stop
I'll tell you whatever
you wanna hear

maybe come hold me
maybe we can share secrets
in person for once

or get so high
we forget everything
but each other

warm my swollen head
on yr cute little belly
Duke Thompson Feb 2015
'birth of an ego'
I like that, makes me hungry
behind the eyes.
brittle
Duke Thompson Feb 2015
tendrils of panic
shoot up mine spine
remembering last night
nightmare

i couldn't taste anything
tongue narcotic numb

visions of the island
visions of home
panicking heart drops sick
the ocean now too far away

visions of the girl in the cute skirt
can't stop either
remember talking
remember biting
hungry for everything to be different
but startlingly the same
Duke Thompson Feb 2015
Wake up groan roll over
last night a dissociative nightmare
strange waking dreams

Of flanging cars whipping by windows
brittle and metallic waves crashing in
32 bit distortion and dark pixillated vision

Coughing, laughing, welcoming insanity
stagger out of bedroom smoke a bowl
bacon and eggs, mozzarella and 9 grains

stare at voluptuous dark haired student
with billowing scarf

She'd get it buddy

Listen to aging hipster talk
About government

*****
Duke Thompson Feb 2015
Bundle me up in blankets
I'm falling apart like dropped China
on the floor

put me back together with glue honey
please i love you
Duke Thompson Feb 2015
A bizarre evening. Pains in my sides
Bleary eyed hmm

Where is this all going to end?
Asking her desperately
Like the answer was my life blood.

****** drunk slurry black dress
White girl drunk heavy mascara
Strung out crying desperate

Tell me I can be good
Tell me it's not too late to forget about all those stupid existential questions

STOP STARING INTO THE ABYSS
pathetic white boy problems
PTSD feels so selfish but can't get threats out of my head feeling sic

What was that you gave me? Little red pill sleepy yes. Don't look too close I'll see right through you

Eat you up

Muffle the sounds of the loud world (they're in the walls scratching and scraping) It's in the air they're poisoning the water and I'm sure poisoning the well.

The water laced with heavy metals
The food is filled with cancer
But doctors say it's eighty percent genetics
Doesn't mean what you think it means anyways
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