R. 2: dead man vs. Razah - (Razah wins)

[dead man]

well


it's a feeling i've reminisced
like, peaches and breathminths.
periods of honest sentience, unequaled intelligence
you could, meet me for breakfast and we'd speak for a minute
of something seasonal and theories on the people we mimic
dig deeper for reasons that i've yet to decrypt
how a village folken prosper when their medic is sick
how i'm sentenced to this. sentences for senses, elicit
a bittersweet resentfulness way back to the minute
you realized, like i did, we're a shot in the dark
creating obstacles and clinging onto memoirs of hardship
bleeding hearts reclining in a carcass
4 walls, solid as a rock. a lamp and a carpet
traffic heavy. Jack and Pepsi. make me an offer
we'll make music, slash tsunami waves and chalk it to God
no other option, plaster crackling's so oddly cathartic
it's why i always faced away from the wall.
when nature called i silenced it. hideaway in the lion's den
rifle blade in my diaphragm. contemplating where i began
compensating, where i begin: incubated en utero
they silver-lined my christening.. nickel-plated my funeral
interesting to say the least. rent-a-room out for vacancy
sit and watch the storm arrive. Hurricanrana overdrive
chandeliers in an open sky. socializing, it's you and i
molten metallic pulverized. overwhelmed by a suicide
maybe not, but who's to say? to mortify and mutilate
feel the building breaking. gentle breathing, screaming “bomaye”
weatherwoman wash me out. already tossed my crosses out
the wind cries in solitude. i cry until i'm cotton-mouthed
cotton flower fabric couch. my paperback promises
woodgrain apocalypse. bloodred staining the ottoman
familiar voice a hollow echo blurring anonymous
banshee shrieks like piercing whistles strangle esophagus
i was demolished, like you. but we'll all be discovered
we can speak about it more, next time we talk to each other..





DEADMAN