The steaming beam from the shower floods cheaply
Pen ink always drips of limerence and scuds deeply
Painting the getaway in a never ending mess
Lead a life of vast nothingness in a shrunken head
Learn, regret piece by piece is de bene esse
A can with my brain in it is capped and set aside
Black-hole thoughts flit when rapt attention died
Nothing in this universe is real, along with my morsel pride
All I know is that this planet's soul is our goal to find
Penning about something abysmally meaningless, with only a speck of heart
Passing all the signs of the slow decline, whilst lonely with my flecks of art
If I stood in front of a speeding car, in circles I'd potrude or be flexed apart

A soft beginning at the dawn of day,
at the dawn of the universe,
where light didn’t hurt
and darkness hadn’t nested inside of my lungs,
blowing out ash with my every breath,
already awaiting my disintegration.
A softer ending-
when God isn’t watching
and I can become
the one who didn’t have to beg for immortality,
because I didn’t want it in the first place.
I speak in the spaces between words,
I walk with one foot over existence
and another over the no-longer-here,
and would it matter if I slipped
and fell
or if I burned at the moon’s mercy on a starless night?
There’s no difference in unmaking,
there’s no one to say I haven’t lived the seconds I stole
from my mother when she screamed me into being.
God wasn’t watching then.
The emptiness in my chest
turned outward
and spread like mold on the forbidden fruit.
They say Eve regretted her mistake.
I’m not so sure anymore.

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a
single
star
as
seen
through
my
window

­who
knew
stars
could
be
held
in
a

*box?