A sprinkler
full of acid
Looks
just like
a sprinkler.
running
through;
the contents
eat down
to my bones
and
then some.
I’d Say
I felt bad
for you,
if I was
to say
anything
at all.
and that
would be
a lie.
—
bite your
inner cheeks
some more,
babydoll.
it’s ripe
to be
a long,
lonely summer.
Gypsy Punk Show Drool
I’m such
A sucker
for a
dirty man
in tight
jeans.
walk your
U.K accent,
long hair,
suspender
wearing-ass
over here
from the
merch booth.
talk
to me
In your
native
tongue
about your
crust punk,
bohemian,
disgusting
whatever
lifestyle.
fuuuuck
lukewarm: daily prompt
Luke Warm
Was a
Luke man
Some might
Even call him
A warm man
Regardless,
Now
he is a
–Dead man.
Luke Warm
Haunts
Hammond Salvage
In December
Luke Warm
leaves
Lace doilies
In the
Middle
Of the
Show floor
Persistently
To say
“Hi”
To employees
Customers
Feel him
Once
At close
He set off
An alarm clock
Despite it’s
Electrical
Disconnection
A friend
Of a friend
Who works there
Told me
She felt
A Cold presence
But,
I’m willing
to bet
She
-really-
felt
Luke Warm.
—
i don’t know, man
i am
a big man
and i say,
“you can’t,”
“i cared
about you,”
and,
“no one
else will.”
—
“i am a
messy
man”
and
“i’d like to
fix you.”
“i’d like you
to sit
with me,”
and
id like you
to,
“pretend
for me.”
—
i am a
needy
man;
I will
use you.
i will
convince
you,
and
i will
abuse
you.
ventriloquism
emotion,
watch me
feed on
the empathy.
—
i am
a snake
of a man,
i’ll
exhaust you.
release
my skin
of you;
unhinging
this jaw
for
new prey.
—
shell of
a man,
i preoccupy.
hollow man
plastered over,
screaming treason
at those closest.
“i am an
angry man,”
i will
destroy
You;
shattering
self-meaning.
—
“i am a
scared man.”
i
will
need you.
“you
will not
be
there,
and
i cannot
blame you.”
—
