Before I die
Light these Roman candles
Like a bartender pours 3 double-shots in a row
Across glass molds formed from ounces blown
Without break to flow phelgmatic
In jest congestion; the hypocritically kind—
Exiled into passive-aggression
Too young for hardened arteries
Too old repeats inside my mind
Biochemical cured concrete
Spun within human drums
Arrhythmic beatings
Spread feelings harden
Dendritic shorts come to naught
Failed circuit switch
Mined powder, dementia
Whitewashing anguish
Extinguishing, we perish
Each cause ill fate
Go ahead and stare at me…
I will never blink
Being partly there
No smoking hot Medusa
Wilting willow hair for snakes
Think of me as Dostoyesky
Hearing appraisal howls
Trumpet blares, wailing wolf
Rejoicing from inner war
Before night quells peace
When missing sentences kill
Me, Anna Karenina
This solitude, an empty room
Torture acts
Beyond contemplation
Mourning life
Lost sight
Truth lies
Self taken
Arresting spirit, one-way vacation
Upon snowflake-pattern doily
A flower vase empty, missing blooms
Frost replaced spring afternoons
Table-sized at grandma’s
Fighting epileptic agony
“Verily, Verily, I say unto you,”
What is memory
When depression wills?
Light unto infinity
Judgments nobody asks until
Engravement upon his tombstone
Please
“Except a corn of wheat fall
Into the ground and die”
When hammers chiseling tragedy
Carved below an arc of slate
To make the place of rest, decay
For all our flesh
That is fate
We are the dirt
I am afraid
Cancer sticks
They too pass on
Dismissed, not lit
Tasting chemically bitter
Having lost rounds through half-life
Eclipsed sunshine; wax-sealed
Penny lain upon each eye
As the music leaves
This prop stands, waiting
For someone to finally don’t shoot me
Presto breeze mug plumes
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