In my chest I bring a pain
Which in time accept
As a stubborn implant
Right in my right chest
This pain knows not where it beats
Nor does it come from near here
But it pulses deeply through
And it almost sounds like you
In the timbre of its screams
That vibrate the thorax
And puncture when you weep
I live memories of sites
Yet it is here she belongs now
Whatever was once made of her
And even if she’s not aware
And even if you’re not yet aware
I am:
It lives in my right chest
What a patron stepmother
Crude lioness heart
Synchronic pounding in negative resounds
The **** acute pain
Of this machine I carry
Implanted, conflated, pointy
I imported it from our nights
And stares traded in summertime
Iris tinged with shavings from the sun
Cut up from the negatives of the blinds
And in negative pounding
Conducting in this right chest of mine
This implant of torment
Torment and own delicate shine
So delicate it may take the torment and make
At times: simple discomfort
Others: a happy life in a moment
And who may be source of this pain
Of this heart in negative
Creating only torment
And what gorgeous torment
Which at worse discomforts
At best resuscitates my life in a moment
And turns me back to us
This pain and anguish
In adolescent torpor
Unrealising you made of
Me the glad recipient
Where to grow and lodge
Like the lost bullet in time
That naked ****** universe
Formed into material emotion
Animal biological material
That from this story I have with you
Gives anxiety during bed time
Your anxiety
But that pounds in negative
As the now accepted implant
When it comes dark longing
Of us not seeing what is to come
It’s just that here in pain and everything
Beats content from imperfection
So beautiful and sinistral
In mine deep dextral chest
Your youthful beating heart
Jun 9, 2018
Jun 9, 2018 at 10:34 PM UTC
In my chest I bring a pain
Which in time accept
As a stubborn implant
Right in my right chest
This pain knows not where it beats
Nor does it come from near here
But it pulses deeply through
And it almost sounds like you
In the timbre of its screams
That vibrate the thorax
And puncture when you weep
I live memories of sites
Yet it is here she belongs now
Whatever was once made of her
And even if she’s not aware
And even if you’re not yet aware
I am:
It lives in my right chest
What a patron stepmother
Crude lioness heart
Synchronic pounding in negative resounds
The **** acute pain
Of this machine I carry
Implanted, conflated, pointy
I imported it from our nights
And stares traded in summertime
Iris tinged with shavings from the sun
Cut up from the negatives of the blinds
And in negative pounding
Conducting in this right chest of mine
This implant of torment
Torment and own delicate shine
So delicate it may take the torment and make
At times: simple discomfort
Others: a happy life in a moment
And who may be source of this pain
Of this heart in negative
Creating only torment
And what gorgeous torment
Which at worse discomforts
At best resuscitates my life in a moment
And turns me back to us
This pain and anguish
In adolescent torpor
Unrealising you made of
Me the glad recipient
Where to grow and lodge
Like the lost bullet in time
That naked ****** universe
Formed into material emotion
Animal biological material
That from this story I have with you
Gives anxiety during bed time
Your anxiety
But that pounds in negative
As the now accepted implant
When it comes dark longing
Of us not seeing what is to come
It’s just that here in pain and everything
Beats content from imperfection
So beautiful and sinistral
In mine deep dextral chest
Your youthful beating heart