I can't catch a breathe!
This cider is too heavy;
my lungs resemble Chevy's
(powdered on indescribable
empathy.)
I can't get away!
long lasting suffering is
at stake. I ate away at
the levies;
shit,
the doctor
wants to see me
again.
"Pornography is an ally," say
the white bastards who lay dead.
I ain't afraid of getting
a kick in the head.
tomorrow the white van shall taketh me away––a sweet escape––
I long for some body to envy.
Kill a laborer
with a sweet tooth.
tie a noose around
a well-equipped youth.
Inject me with piety,
already;
commercial clauses continue to keep me empty.
I am ready to die, my lord!
Asian satellites belittle the void,
blame the war
on the border,
on the accord,
it plays like a marching band,
singing to the horde:
fuck treason
fuck serenity
solidarity is a perk of sobriety,
I'm dead already,
(say the tortured
and the fraud.)
Dear Man,
I've already bellowed the
heresies across the decaying fjord.
Signed,
A mirror––fractured by phone-calls––,
A daddy-issued columbine,
A natural twenty on a rolled reality check,
A friend of the cro-magnon tribe.
