#bruiser
Sinking in bed,
Can’t quite find the floor
And my right foot’s
Still covered sheet,
With lonely, “lefty,”
Somewhere south a star.
I’d swallowed my tooth,
Earlier, an added topping,
And down went the slice –
To ever remember the,
“CRUNCH!” of pepperoni, so
Reminded, a right hook’s sting.
And she’d left the ice bucket
Atop counter,
The tenth time this week,
But I’d only smelled her, “note,”
The last I guessed
And the last it ever’d be.
Jun 15, 2015
Jun 15, 2015 at 9:07 AM UTC
In the next second, one eye closed...
A body was planted
On our street.
We're all so busy, and petty, and in a huge rush.
In a different light, the life turned purple,
and than black.
It stays black, until washed away
by the same people who take out our
trash.
It makes me wonder
Are all of our imminent corpse just garbage
waiting to be picked up?
May 8, 2015
May 8, 2015 at 6:50 AM UTC