this is purge
toxic upchuck sludge
rigorous rigor mortis decay
it's not pretty, but it's real
wish I had cupped hands overflowing
with moon rocks and pixie dust
but I'm plumb out at the moment
these words are septic
and the valves rusted over
to get it running again
you gotta let flow
stomach sores fester
bloated bile gurgle
sloshing esophageal shores
the unsaid brimming ruefully
on the cusp of all that was, is
or doesn't even matter anymore
**** if I know
it's all stagnant murky
Jan 22, 2017
Jan 22, 2017 at 10:19 AM UTC
this is purge
toxic upchuck sludge
rigorous rigor mortis decay
it's not pretty, but it's real
wish I had cupped hands overflowing
with moon rocks and pixie dust
but I'm plumb out at the moment
these words are septic
and the valves rusted over
to get it running again
you gotta let flow
stomach sores fester
bloated bile gurgle
sloshing esophageal shores
the unsaid brimming ruefully
on the cusp of all that was, is
or doesn't even matter anymore
**** if I know
it's all stagnant murky
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