i endeavour to burst
my glum queasy organs
by binging on the sun;
like a fattened sow
that wobbles to slop
against the mist of *****
i'll **** the lemon hard
mouth spasming with beams
till the rinds soak up my gums
where the nihilism clots
like plaque around a tooth
fouling up my lunch
maybe i'll explode
across a hopscotch grid
they can twist my guts for rope
and the sticky sun will mop me up
sour blood to goddess rust
now that's what hope feels like,
i'm sure.
Sep 6, 2020
Sep 6, 2020 at 1:35 PM UTC
i endeavour to burst
my glum queasy organs
by binging on the sun;
like a fattened sow
that wobbles to slop
against the mist of *****
i'll **** the lemon hard
mouth spasming with beams
till the rinds soak up my gums
where the nihilism clots
like plaque around a tooth
fouling up my lunch
maybe i'll explode
across a hopscotch grid
they can twist my guts for rope
and the sticky sun will mop me up
sour blood to goddess rust
now that's what hope feels like,
i'm sure.
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