i thought i must kill my feelings
hunt them down
and lock them
out in the backroom thirsty
all
my
words
i killed too
like innocent bystanders macabre and watching
i smashed
them up into
acceptable collateral
while i'm waiting now for the poppies to come up
on
a
headstone
it should be only a list of movies
because i think
i'm in
all these shit flicks somewhere
crowd scenes or driving a cab
I Think i Am In Them All
and
love?
love is someone else’s black dog now
the
aftermath of pets
shit in a carrier bag they’re compelled to carry
home
No comments:
Post a Comment