November 3, 2010

star cluttered

The death of me
This wasting away
Six months making
Here I lie
Cliff dove
Waterless bottom smashed
Police tape crossed
Seeing sky
I can hardly breathe
Self-induced bubble skin
Up and down
With desperate breaths
In stewed broken promises
Waiting for word
The Fuck Off
The I Miss You
I die
Every night
Every morning
Knowing what I do
The right and wrong of it
I do
Blinded by night sky
Cluttered with stars
There is a moon back there
Lost messengers
Tear carmelized papers
Letters fall to dirt
Mixing with earth
And I die
All over again

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