for the greater part of a year
mine has been a many (late) tears-
depths of sorrow founded below,
brain and mind swallow (thick pills)-
of which one is founded on (hate),
two others describe debts and (ill kills).
owed to an enslaved desire-
of which anxiety is a (vicious) liar.
a plantation of sharecropped (infatuation)-
hormones’ many (jubilations)
coughed up in personas, numerous (fictitious).
verandas of empty space and stoic (face)
wrap the cranium in venomous (lace).
bound dead without resurrecting (sound),
my 140 units six feet (underground).
i want to hang
myself with a
struggle, strangle, sizzle
my neck as it
life, love, liberty
all cliches that are
no longer dire-
blindly as an
burns my love on an
that consumes me
as wet sound echoes
a vain lyre
— The End —