There’s a lot of
morphine to drink
Advil to take,
consuming powers of absence
semblance of lofty death awaits.
As I speak, I am at peace.
As I pause, I am eaten by fleas.
could I ask how
these eyeballs escape their sockets?
pumping, throbbing: each in every finest
as thy finest pass through my nostrils.
Fear not! Oh barren soul
this passion will attest my love for thee;
pour unto me the replays of somersault,
and lead this heart away
from unrequited love.
: then, the ogre
fell in love with him.
and the Advil embraced its death.
25th of April 2012
POST SCRIPTUM: I don’t know about this one, been so busy these past few days. If you could notice its itinerary, you’re a lucky lad, if not, you’re a lot luckier than anyone else… but these words are what my mind wants to form right now. Please pardon me if it doesn’t have any sense at all 😉