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R M Jul 2017
Flowers remind me of death
My father clutching a pathetic
handful of convenience
store bouquet flowers
Jack and desperation in
his voice
begging my mother-
the woman he beat and
walked out on to
raise three traumatized children
alone-
to take him back
Alcohol convincing him
that she was the true love of
his life
His sun bronzed hands
grasping at hope long
since murdered
brought flowers to the funeral
of their relationship

Flowers remind me of death
Your smile and laugh
silenced too soon
Your whole amazing being
shoved into a box
Entombed six feet below
my world’s surface
Overly sweet petals
prettily masking the
decay in my heart
caused by losing you

Flowers in all their beauty
remind me of death
R M Jul 2017
The internet is slow
and people keep
disconnecting
Bubbles of self importance
Removed from humanity
The world crumbles
and there’s concern
over a mistakenly made
overpriced coffee
First world problems
focused on the
wrong crisis
R M Jul 2017
I wear this costume you
provide
And recite the script you
wrote.
I shove myself aside
to live in the shadows of
this person you created.
I live this lie daily.
With no breaks in character.
Have I pleased you yet?
Are you satisfied with
my performance?
Now that I've changed myself
for your enjoyment,
do you love me?
Because I'm *******
dying.
R M Jul 2017
I drink coffee like
I take
holy communion-
with eyes closed
in thankful
prayer.
R M Jul 2017
we are human
choking with boredom
dancing with smoke filled bottles of
   empty content
while meditating on our medications
and the music is silent
a forgotten whisper
faltering under our own weight
fiddling away on the strings that bind us to
the catastrophe of a burnt out planet
an ode to the reptiles who learned to
  walk on land
weak and foolish
insanely laughing as we plod through life
through fields of our own destruction
and nothing is harvested but the
  torment of shortcomings and mediocrity
fueled by anger and frustration
out of rhythm    out of rhyme
convulsing in rotation
it's all about the human race
the fraudulent gleaming of self-importance
copies substituting poorly for originality
  in a landscape of banality
echoes of truth distorted over generations
turning white in the emptiness of
   a black background
silhouettes with human shape
        we are human
R M Jul 2017
I try not to worry
her
So much that sometimes
I answer
I’m fine
before
Hello
when she calls
because I know to her
I’m still more bone than
skin
I’m an empty bottle of
pills
One breath away from non
existence
A blood stain she scrubbed
with her tears
I’ve already worried years
off of her life
while trying to end
my own
So when she phones to
to check on me
I’ll always be fine
no matter what is
going on in my life
and sometimes before
Hello
R M Jun 2017
I stretch myself out
on the alter of our bed
Offering my body up
to the pleasure of “oh god”
as need possesses me
I hum out a raspy hymn
of moans for more
As you kneel before my open legs
in hungry worship
My eyes close and a prayer
begging you not to stop whispers
from my lips
My ****** exorcised by your holy tongue
releases from me in an exquisite flood
And I swear the blinding light
that sparks behind my eyelids
must be heaven
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