The Gulch

[Alice]

I’m loathing the lack of
moments so tranquil
coulda sold em for a handful
of Doxepin samples
so I buy me some:
time/tatted white rabbit
a vile addict on Romeo’s flask and
am I probing a habit
through this coveted language
of mine and some..
disposable factors?
like my vocal chord’s stagnant
on your mother tongue/larynx
and my moral codes lacking
in my covalent spectrum
this pondering penchant
of mine.. causes oxygen absence
no Leviathan coercing the sentence
so don’t hold me to standards
of a poet in anguish
really, I’m just a loaner of patterns
and art is perceptive!
and for the people!
but what you don’t see is..
I woulda sold it to fandom
if it was holdin‘ some value
to any lonesome man/savage
Juliette complex:
we’re on a constant
culprit conscious
the amusement’s conflict
juke on boxes
plus a nickel for your time
- Vaudeville novice
living off a rhyme’s sake
it’s a fucking mind state
rumour has it.. had a
bodkin in hand and
left the tip in his flask
- youthful bargain
when tragedy plus time’s
poured in a glass with
some carnal matter
it’s a corny enactment