I broke it against the rock wall. My cell phone.
I even wished it was you, smacking ur smooth
face against a yellow imitation of stone.
At home night falls like a pregnant woman
so suddenly and horribly
it brings dust to my eyes.
At night I am still afraid of night. I wake
and there is no you occupying my aura.
I wake and drape hot cloths over my
cheeks. I draw the blinds.
At home morning arrives like spacecraft.
The screen of my phone is blank. On the
screen of my phone is a rejection letter.
My dead dog day dream registers loud
and clear.
I rot in the afternoon. I rot in the party
punch. I rot in the cute shorts I wore 2
go bowling. I rot in the mascara I use
2 go bawling. I rot in the afternoon ,
reading Frank Standford. I rot in the
rinsing sink. I rot in the drain rack. I r
ot on the couch. I rot on the porch. M
y boyfr-end rides the inflatable moon
to and frum work. He enters the scen
and tackles a pharmacist to the floor.
Evening at home is a lounge in the tub,
wearing the coyote pelt. I am a wild si
ckness.
I sit in the water until it is cold. I tell him
*don't look at my ******* Look at the
treble hooks stuck in my hands. Pls hlp*.
May 20, 2016
May 20, 2016 at 1:39 PM UTC
I broke it against the rock wall. My cell phone.
I even wished it was you, smacking ur smooth
face against a yellow imitation of stone.
At home night falls like a pregnant woman
so suddenly and horribly
it brings dust to my eyes.
At night I am still afraid of night. I wake
and there is no you occupying my aura.
I wake and drape hot cloths over my
cheeks. I draw the blinds.
At home morning arrives like spacecraft.
The screen of my phone is blank. On the
screen of my phone is a rejection letter.
My dead dog day dream registers loud
and clear.
I rot in the afternoon. I rot in the party
punch. I rot in the cute shorts I wore 2
go bowling. I rot in the mascara I use
2 go bawling. I rot in the afternoon ,
reading Frank Standford. I rot in the
rinsing sink. I rot in the drain rack. I r
ot on the couch. I rot on the porch. M
y boyfr-end rides the inflatable moon
to and frum work. He enters the scen
and tackles a pharmacist to the floor.
Evening at home is a lounge in the tub,
wearing the coyote pelt. I am a wild si
ckness.
I sit in the water until it is cold. I tell him
*don't look at my ******* Look at the
treble hooks stuck in my hands. Pls hlp*.
