all of this
the world like a piece of meat
humor hatred saturday jogs
leaking balanced unbalancing
all of this
fleshy tender company
herbs conflict flooded staircases
dribbling sun on bus journeys
kisses on benches
playful slaps pushes shoves
hugs
and us just sat here
tapping out words
listening to muffled guitars
the hum of the pipes
the flicking of pages
and us just sat here
opening curtains
remembering red hair
snippets of conversation
and us just sat here
the world on a plate
steaming bleeding sizzling
a slab of death of love of something
and us just sat here
nauseated and longing
the flies will come soon
they aren’t vegetarian.
Mar 29, 2020
Mar 29, 2020 at 6:31 AM UTC
all of this
the world like a piece of meat
humor hatred saturday jogs
leaking balanced unbalancing
all of this
fleshy tender company
herbs conflict flooded staircases
dribbling sun on bus journeys
kisses on benches
playful slaps pushes shoves
hugs
and us just sat here
tapping out words
listening to muffled guitars
the hum of the pipes
the flicking of pages
and us just sat here
opening curtains
remembering red hair
snippets of conversation
and us just sat here
the world on a plate
steaming bleeding sizzling
a slab of death of love of something
and us just sat here
nauseated and longing
the flies will come soon
they aren’t vegetarian.
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