The stillness saps molecules of animosity
in the bleak sunsets that stain your teeth
it is heavy and it is sullen
choking on spoonfuls of perjury
pitted sorrows trail down avenues
in the form of sunken eyelids and cheap gasps
your words seem crooked
somehow at bargain and veiled in gasoline
I am nothing when you say my name.
and these lesions are vacuous
with tiny cysts that camp out
on your tongue, with daggers
in my sheets,
wielding assaults on those phantom eyes
that I used to call my palaces
And when I reach out there is no one there
except a dense gloom
the same murk that I still feast on
the same fumes that I bloat my infant lungs with
in cities of dust
across oceans of filth
I will gawk at earth's decay
and slow dance in landfills of us