Written: 5/30/2026
Quiet alone
assumed it's a solution.
Like a sultan in heaven's army
with a dulled and carved sword:
I stand cremated with a floor
filled with tears like blue diamonds.
My soul is thrown into a herd of broncos
just as Christ cast legion into the swine.
Regina looks at me with forlorn eyes
as we sit at our sandy dinner table.
I look up with tired half-moons and say:
"I'm sorry you married
Jackson Pollock."
4d ago
May 31, 2026 at 7:48 PM UTC
Written: 5/30/2026
Quiet alone
assumed it's a solution.
Like a sultan in heaven's army
with a dulled and carved sword:
I stand cremated with a floor
filled with tears like blue diamonds.
My soul is thrown into a herd of broncos
just as Christ cast legion into the swine.
Regina looks at me with forlorn eyes
as we sit at our sandy dinner table.
I look up with tired half-moons and say:
"I'm sorry you married
Jackson Pollock."
A poem about having a mental breakdown and never being able to hold a job.
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