Rimbaud watches me lay waste
his eyes like a rat's
from the bathroom tile
Christ watches me defile
atop high throne of bedroom wall
clock face keeps beat
as moans become wails
as ghosts grow taller
women grow older, shrinking
cars breed iron oxide, collapsing
on cinder blocks out window scrapyards
near hole in plaster
I turn to you like a child,
my cement blocks bleeding
"I hurt my hand"
May 14, 2019
May 14, 2019 at 6:37 PM UTC
Rimbaud watches me lay waste
his eyes like a rat's
from the bathroom tile
Christ watches me defile
atop high throne of bedroom wall
clock face keeps beat
as moans become wails
as ghosts grow taller
women grow older, shrinking
cars breed iron oxide, collapsing
on cinder blocks out window scrapyards
near hole in plaster
I turn to you like a child,
my cement blocks bleeding
"I hurt my hand"
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