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missing you
and pleading
any being
anything
that would shed
a semblance of piety
'ore my misery-
life calloused name
all that remains
when you disappear.

God help me find
syllables to equate
the life and beauty
my lies negate-

words so empty
they never sooth
they only fuck
again and again-

you say: no.
and my mouth won't shut
deluging santa clause
trickling sick ribboned gifts-
'cause all you wanted
remains locked away
behind off-colored locks
public storage
vaulted sanctuary.

drowning.

a quick fix.
a degrading toy.
a soul's stain
you occasionally employ;
when alone and needy:
there's me
80 proof candy.

but this need remains
i stand like a school boy
longing
sign above the head:
"release me".

empty shackled claws
that once touched
your skin and hands-
hands you used
to swallow those pills
and lie on that porch
wrapped in that blanket
while the rain dripped
'cross your dead skin.

i thought i heard your voice
when i awoke at morning.
but you never woke up.
you just lay there
stiff and fragile.
porelain oeuvre.
red-rimmed eyes:
shut, forever shut-

but your blue-grey eye things
were never meant
to meet
prescription sent
cloistered death.

drugged lids too heavy.

the salve's run empty.

would those lids
were made of wood
not soft skin-
too tender.
too divine.

toilet bowl decor
chained behind the door
single-serving keys
weak legs
wobbling knees
release my plea:
lock me away.

-flush them away-

those memories
bloated hypocrisies
of every missed kiss.

and doves lose their wings
on paper plates
disposible gluttony.

lips.

all that remains
feast or famine
and our lips...

i stare at tiled floor
within' bathroom stall sanctuary
head against the wall
toothbrush in hand
fingers strumming
plastic handled apothecary
bulimics' tender therapy-

thrust it down
bristles scrape bleeding throat
regurgitate
consumer lust
scowling thoughts
that never sate
a soul too broken
to see through
shattered windshield eyes
the dove
smashed against glass
spider-webbed reliquary.

she was there.

and the pill bottle's empty.
recommended daily dose
scratched off the side.

Description
missing you
and pleading
any being
anything
that would shed
a semblance of piety
'ore my misery-
life calloused name
all that remains
when you disappear.

God help me find
syllables to equate
the life and beauty
my lies negate-

words so empty
they never sooth
they only fuck
again and again-

you say: no.
and my mouth won't shut
deluging santa clause
trickling sick ribboned gifts-
'cause all you wanted
remains locked away
behind off-colored locks
public storage
vaulted sanctuary.

drowning.

a quick fix.
a degrading toy.
a soul's stain
you occasionally employ;
when alone and needy:
there's me
80 proof candy.

but this need remains
i stand like a school boy
longing
sign above the head:
"release me".

empty shackled claws
that once touched
your skin and hands-
hands you used
to swallow those pills
and lie on that porch
wrapped in that blanket
while the rain dripped
'cross your dead skin.

i thought i heard your voice
when i awoke at morning.
but you never woke up.
you just lay there
stiff and fragile.
porelain oeuvre.
red-rimmed eyes:
shut, forever shut-

but your blue-grey eye things
were never meant
to meet
prescription sent
cloistered death.

drugged lids too heavy.

the salve's run empty.

would those lids
were made of wood
not soft skin-
too tender.
too divine.

toilet bowl decor
chained behind the door
single-serving keys
weak legs
wobbling knees
release my plea:
lock me away.

-flush them away-

those memories
bloated hypocrisies
of every missed kiss.

and doves lose their wings
on paper plates
disposible gluttony.

lips.

all that remains
feast or famine
and our lips...

i stare at tiled floor
within' bathroom stall sanctuary
head against the wall
toothbrush in hand
fingers strumming
plastic handled apothecary
bulimics' tender therapy-

thrust it down
bristles scrape bleeding throat
regurgitate
consumer lust
scowling thoughts
that never sate
a soul too broken
to see through
shattered windshield eyes
the dove
smashed against glass
spider-webbed reliquary.

she was there.

and the pill bottle's empty.
recommended daily dose
scratched off the side.