07.05.25
You could stretch my sadness
across cities shoulder it burns
a breadcrumb trail
in piss sunk air a reattributed life
pin it on & real tears
I need mhaimeo my lost mhaimeo
my mistake you think
I really care a life
materialises out of the floor
an esophageal rupture repairs
in the dawning light
mhaimeo dances
to music this music
my mhaimeo
my life bathed in sham red real tears
& I am returned to hide
but what is the record for
the longest intrusive thought
mhaimeo confiscated love
buried in first-generation
(typical) second-generation (atypical)
at midnight I was sick & in terrible pain
at midnight too many visions
at midnight the fucking hot throat
trapped between stars
not enough
class condition it peels away
in its rare indivisible light
you'll never watch
your life slide out of view
you’ll never be the rebar
in the outernet
you’ll never be mhaimeo
for Art is the proposed realisation
of freedom & so
makes the image world
a joke so wake up
feel your way through this poem
mhaimeo wake up at the drone
with a pipe bomb in your face
wake up at the middling midnight hue
mhaimeo my confiscated love mutes
my hearts congested with your
esophageal tears shit meaning
out into camouflage glasses pile up
on all the world's bars,
everything conspires
toward this dense heart of
esophageal tears
