who sweats this much from shaving… screw no AC….

Athazagoraphobia
i dreamt once, that i was among your bones.

and they shook and rattled as bars
petition signs. they
breathed as if they hissed.
they walked not, but only
shuddered
flushed in.

and i loved them.

the years have made large holes within us,
good hard look:
bad and fucking grim!
like these tongueless windows
and these thoughtless heartless fucks
collecting dilettante hues;
that’s what this [that] town does best.

but i have practiced well laying out feeling sorry
not sorry enough
and I have bared my fucking guts
and I have walked this gravel road

i have abandoned my mechanics and
applications{all for} broken noses and
bold face lies,
all your hysterical strategies; (as)
the bed rests, while i do not
and creeps when i think of you the worst
[the fucking worst]

less than a contender
chasing after something i can’t even see
these blind fucking eyes playing tricks on me
this ink runs
stains
drys
my pretty ions and atomic mass,
holding me still, wait
waiting

i can’t think at all, well, i can’t think at all most days

she was every grain of sand, solace within a beach

he lives in my kitchen

all thats left

*edit* fuck this camera

your fingers
are curves to me
your palms are bruises
against the side of my face
veins, wrinkles
and lifeline map out a
vivid escape from all this normality
your knuckles are dandelions
ferocious field… we dig

another day without a ladder to escape this hole

i don’t feel quite right today