[Bodey]

i dont get how no one is commenting on this shit yet.

lacquer in walkways smell the acetone drip
i'm a man alone in stereo like gramophone clicks
battle-broken. sad composer cracking a fifth
blackstone barricade break back into brick. it happens in instants

loved this. i'm always impressed when people can do this style

puddle splash our photographs and all of their negatives

this obviously wasnt the only line that did this for me but your imagery throughout this whole thing was impressive like always

hammer-fist my stanza pattern analytic fool
academic half-inventive / halfway in a tomb


super smooth

catch me covered in corpses. drunk at 1 in the morning
confusing lust for love and writing nothing important
subtle contortive phrase amorphous slave to this force

that shit was fire. i really dont know how you do it dude. maybe i feel like we have an understanding bc i relate, and i dont even have to know the specific person you're talking about. maybe i'm not as quick-witted and deep as the rest of the true writers here to figure it out, but i can relate and i find it honest. honest writing is art. period. thanks for always coming real with it. truly gifted