butterknives lithe.
garbage disposal yoga.
oger cortisol dump.

i guess i'll jus eat my teeth now
and face me.

heartmaw
must

feed.

i have no reason
-or imagination-
anymore

to
stay

here.

not really..

----- pls feel all the feels for me.
this melo d is real,

i swear.

my torn tears tear
down this face
encased in rusty bladelace.

yours diaphanously,
mememe.

its so
*******
sad

Faceful of eyes -

Handling a beer bottle
Like a loaded gun.
(You never tripped over your shoelaces,
You never danced at parties,
And you never kissed strangers.)
How I loved that about you.
How I envied it.
How I fashioned an idol out of it.
For someone so feather-light, you were  
Immovable.
How I wish I'd known
That night
That I would never see you
Never dancing
Again.

It's like tripping, but only before you hit the ground.
Like being woken up,
With a faceful of cold water, from a lovely dream.
Like seeing a flashing light behind you while driving.
Like when you got that test back.

The reaching one doesn't feel this moment,
This tearing of reality.
Like you tore the whole world away and place a new one in my hands.

This new microworld,
Like starting a new book,
Takes time to enjoy.

How do you expect me to read a new book,
When i'm so deep into another?
Let me get to a stopping point.

the US economy suffers a fall in
Consumer Confidence
and she crashes back to earth
with a faceful of sand
the trumpets quiver silence
the golden veil burns
to nothing
around her
she stands
naked
alone
in a dark room
a single spotlight
brutal white
merciless luminescence
shouts imperfections
at any to listen.