black liquor
 

wish it would stop
watch the laundry spin and then sit on a box
circular sleep. daydream while i cry
kill me at dawn, sing silent night -
no. hum at my grave
dig me up. stop. then kiss my remains
skeletons out the closet. my bones here to stay
shapeshifting gravediggers. I'm barely awake
you talk me alive, i sleep when i yawn
told me to keep eyes closed three eternities long
so she goes again, another fish in the sea
another piece of driftwood breaking off into pieces
tailbaiting fresh water species. as he hums für elise
you don't mean something to me. just need something to break
defensive in particular. relationship balled into shape
from wheatgrass, liquor, deafness and arguments sake
my wedding vows will start off in malaise
"afraid my depression will slowly degrade you"
in love and in sickness, in health, and inept
sugarcoat your love with your honey colored flesh
other worldly sex, martian soil beneath ourselves
who am i kidding. selfish star gazer lost in himself
probably would decline if you offered me help
i feel how an author thinks when he writes in italics.
how?
a quiet whisper while being slightly sarcastic
half winter, springtime, march solstice
mars rover, enzymes. black liquor
god sold us. paths shrinking. bed time
pillow talk, fact checking. more liquor
store drifting. 4.50. 6 oz flask dangled in sleeve
use disease to reprieve from society as a daily retreat
we've become emotionless whatever we do
staring at art, until they tell me to leave
come back the next day to stare on repeat
maybe it's me. dissecting something that doesn't exist
in matrix - a glitch. in reality, suboxone, coffee stained marital strips
we go back to a time. nostalgia is a hell of safety net
black liquor here at my side

Exquisite.

my wedding vows will start off in malaise
"afraid my depression will slowly degrade you"
in love and in sickness, in health, and inept
sugarcoat your love with your honey colored flesh
other worldly sex, martian soil beneath ourselves
who am i kidding. selfish star gazer lost in himself
probably would decline if you offered me help
i feel how an author thinks when he writes in italics.
how?
a quiet whisper while being slightly sarcastic

beauty to me, as sad as it is.

sometimes its nice to know this is out there in the world as well.

thanks.

this was sick

Italics line was mad dope. Why didn’t I think of that. Well played bb

Dude, I know you hate my shit but I can say I appreciate yours. That was such a smooth read, it was like a journal entry inside of your thoughts, with a continuously distinct pic within every line. It was dripping with sadness but also it was like you were processing it all in real time. Idk, I found it very introspective. And also, I could personally relate to it. So thank you

That was fun to read

Yea smooth. Felt depth.