Sinks in a little deeper
each day slowly dipping
from hanging rings.
The more I train this muscle
the less it hurts to shoulder
a perfect split.
Merciless hour glass ran out of fucks
fresh out of time knocked the wind off my lungs
flawed execution by classical measure
o h , b u t t h e b o n e s !
count themselves and their blessings.
Took a bunch of pills woke up soaking wet
a perfect saturated circle under me
so perfect this shadow, how?
bedspread darkened with sweat
the fabric which clothed me, dry as wry
don’t even know what I meant
don’t even think that it meant anything
«God is the sweat running down his back,
the water soaked her blonde hair black»
I think about that,
Elise.
Perhaps I sweated out all color
or slashed the walls of the world with all my clawing
and color slowly drained out
unremembered
Yes, I’ve sweated out all color feasibly in passion
but this embarrassing hue
striking against the grey.
Twenty five years a teen
so much you ask of me
«would that I could»
age out of wanting you
like I did at thirteen
foreseeable routine
to covet those who’ve misaligned themselves to me
stripping me only for parts they need
that I happily part with
as if I had no value no value
no value at all.
Train’s a-coming, you know
if we won’t meet, I should board
but you stay on your side
I let thunder roll by
we stare each other down
we each mouth something but it hits the ground.
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