the clouds woke up
the poet vomiting in
the kitchen
knives in the kitchen
drowning himself in
the bathtub
the clouds are up
and the poet is
biting his nails
eating raw ham
******* the mattress
I saw the broken windows
and screams from the poet
are echoing through the
town
the poet has walks at night
feeling inside the body
declining
fifty more smokes
in the poet
the clouds are sleeping
rain and walking
through the dead town
he doesn’t believe in miracles
doesn’t have a god
and if god was there
he would hate him
the poet playing with
himself and biting the
****** skin
the clouds wake up
and he cannot get up
he has mighty chest pains
and hasn’t eaten in
two days
the starving poet
the lonely poet
had a wife
but she’s underground
being eaten
by the bugs
all bones
suffering one more
day going outside
he is scared
the pills make him scared
a human helps
the cops come
blood everywhere.