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John Destalo Apr 2019
before awareness
life was a ******* wound

chaos and dark stars

and when the quiet child
finally spoke

each word was a butterfly
in his mind

he was reluctant
to release them until

they were ready
he did not want them to die

too quickly

they were so beautiful
in his quiet mind

he thought they could heal
his broken world

if they could live just
a little longer
John Destalo Apr 2019
someone laughed

my words were silly
like love songs

I was sweet once
and the sun baked

us until we were
just right

glowing skin
dark and sticky

and laughing
at my silly words
John Destalo Apr 2019
shallow water
drains so quickly

and my mind
is almost empty

holding only those
last little drips

that never seem
to completely drain

the official record
is scratched

the needle always
finds the place

that skips and
repeats

finding nothing
new and
calling it news

most opinions
aren’t new

and they certainly
aren’t news
John Destalo Apr 2019
all night
I am awake

it is raining hard

trying to get through
my windows

I hear her voice

a scream from
the distant

calling calling
to me

her soul is aching
chasing salvation

but it is a rabbit
in an open field

more quick than fast
it teases her
into believing

she is eternal

I was the one
always on
the verge

of something

sitting on a
teeter totter

never scared
enough to run

never brave
enough to jump

never one to believe
never one to be trusted
John Destalo Apr 2019
wants to be bigger

a sprawling decadence
growing

an underground
stream of liquid

a meandering
sweet poison

a circus
with freaks

pressing forward
creating a vein

dripping
melted sugar

candy
like
yams

swelling
the tongue

expanding taste
so it presses

against both sight
and sound

and suddenly the
three senses
become one

and I know things
I wasn’t supposed to
John Destalo Apr 2019
1.  little monsters

there are things inside of me.  pre-historic things.   lizard kings.  things that cannot become words.  some have been buried there for years.  others came alive.  recently.  on their own.  rose from the swamps without intent.  I enter the depths of this unexplored world.  but I am lost without my words.  I have not developed the skills to survive.  amongst these little monsters.

2.  it rains here

her hair.  like her mind.  was scattered.  made of all things deep and muddy.  made me think of the earth.  before corruption.  nature’s reign. she has a soul.  I don’t think.  she always had one. I am possessed by her.  obsessed with her.  she is too young to be ancient.  she is too old to be modern.  she is finishing her sentence.  I will wait for her.  no matter how long it takes.  

3.  awareness

I sit in a corner.  folded hands.  a mild child.  I scream into the lead-paint walls.  and watch my skin peel.  a wild child.  I reach the edges.  consciousness implodes. in my brain.  she wraps herself around me.  thinking I will calm.  eventually.  believing I can be calm. eventually.  I am a snake.  biting myself.  squeezing myself.  shedding my skin.

4.  after math

she escapes.  first she exploded.  inside.  then a year later.  she died.  poison invaded her walls.  poison as a solid can be removed.  poison as a liquid.  or a gas.  spreads everywhere.  inside.  slowly a solid grows again.  and overtakes everything.  good.  and clean.  and then she was no longer.  a name.  or a number.  she could make no payment.  she could not be charged.  anymore.
John Destalo Apr 2019
I asked her
everyday

to make me want

I just know I
can get

everything I want

but I lost
my want

so I don’t
get anything
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