o melanin
'tis of thee
sweet land.

what's your modus operandi?
i am ageing.
my muscles ossify
and i become stiff.

the bullet grazes the hair on my bicep
and my heart fires a lightning bolt.
i made it this time.
undo.
unison.
undo.
and leave me be.

the voltage got to me,
shocked me.

there's a blueprint
covered in molten chalk,
a morse code,
uninterpreted.

the white roses ripen

an unearthly simplicity-
concave and narrow
sweeping below the marrow.
like rotting danger.

the white roses ripen

pulsating thumps on my thigh
as my screams vibrate
off the ozone.

hear me holler.

the white roses ripen
the white roses ripen

the white roses ripen,


christen me.

save me the time.
the rotary patterns
click, click, click
till sound drowns out.

chasing dust,
go 'round my spine
and crack my incisor.

o, i am here.
standing beside you,
and in front you,
and underneath you.

tick. tock.
tick. tock.
till the blood rushes down.

my scream
it created a tsunami
that drowned a man.

we're all on the same team,
screaming and sad,
lonely and isolated,
dark and moody.

i'm intoxicated,
walking straight down a line
into my own downfall.

retrieve my belongings
and fetch for my things.
i created a windstorm
that blew away everything i owned,

i am the carrier
falling into the margins of the paper.
dry in the sand with infallibility
and crust like the corner of my mother's eye.
i am cracking in quarters wrapped in Cupid's inverted
arrow.
i feel unloved.
and i am in here in the lonely hour;



i really wish i weren't alone tonight.

wheels are independent of themselves
they roll as if they were children at a playground
the concept of regret doesn't trigger visceral pain
and doesn't eat them from the inside and out
and their pale expression as they touch the concrete
resonates so softly with their exterior,
and they give no *****.
and i wish i were a wheel
i get no breaks with physicality
but at least i know i won't wake up sobbing in the middle of the night
wheels are my esoteric dream
and that's okay with me

i've manufactured a new identity.
i tried to love myself this one time,
and the ghost of my new self possessed me
with all of those insults.
i'm a new person now.
and all i ever asked for was to be happy.

//oops