two poems
#1
corinthian perfection
sickly summers morning
the capacity doubles twice over radiation beams through billowing voile
you feed me cigarettes and I corrode in my sedation
“burning clouds around and in my solar plexus”
i know the peril will be vast
“no escaping gravity”
making meaning out of the meaningless
chasing my fragmented contemplations
projected into this capsulation of faith
i think of the eternity I could spend
the draw and temptation of oblivion velvety and rich
terrifying to crave ignorance this much
bleak reality bites drawing inwards
cutting off my circulation
it’s initial intention bonafide
wearing your shirt
when I pattern it with sanguinary
i’ll bring it back to you
depraved love letter
my pulse on your sleeves
i must revolt in corporeality
#2
traverse my capacity thrice over
bloodied jumper sinking ship
which reality i’ve flooded
calling you i could
it will bring me no answers but
i can’t stop thinking about how
you graciously stomped on my heart with
zero prerogative and now i sit in my stable
- pony powder because I want to be
saved
maybe its not too late - i consider removing my nefarious tattoos because
i’d like to be pure again . for you to hold my face again
you’re in the psychiatric geriatric bed
sense insincerity a mile off a good laugh at how schizo coded
how unpolished my love for you was
they say I’m the darkness so maybe I should just be
There’s no eclipse of love left