21.07.25
Being already dead
you communicate agitatrices
the garden candytuft tiles
in yellow lake deep
unhinging your esophageal tears inside
they break to petaling ataxias
leak strips of silver tributes on the floor,
I pick them up the life I keep them around
my shit tears stealing besides mhaimeo
I don’t talk about your pain anymore
I don’t talk about your doctor’s notes
in the streets of eternity
mhaimeo all the way down
the banisters gastric contents
intraluminal fluids
I can hear the sounds
in my head like deep music in emergency
you would ask whether anyone was listening
then confide to me
in a cupboard you made of twine
you didn't care they bombed
the London Stock Exchange
you said you liked it
gilt visions silver tributes
but at least in the dignity of her own home
papered over sunglow of outside hating
in the dignity of I experience extremities
skin without blood final in a fade
destroyed throat below agitatrices
bursting a diminution
what a thing to say in sickedup grief
constricted around your feet what falls out
15, 19, 26 bottles you said everyone does it
as the hymn went away
the sun also rises