in appropriate order the
processional disconnect mixed horses in midstream an incessant pouring of cats
and dogs
a menagerie of cold calls and strange encounters to tell the truth I’m having a V2 moment earth
shattering in
its hellish brilliance the cause of my
ceilings cracked
I was cold-cocked and lynched by mercenary hyenas
then left to decompose in my own slime my rotting bones ached with the stench of
old ghosts my cup overflowed with the heartache that burns I was drowning in yet another tsunami of shit I was stretched beyond breaking
with no place to lay my head this was my Golgotha my funeral pyre I stand now in the ashes bewildered and deathly tired my friend Ross said it best when he told me
he’d been carpet bombed but had somehow survived
don’t
remember me not this way
put fresh flowers on my grave pour ointment on my stone smooth my sleep and stamp my dirt down you won’t meet me
in heaven my subscription has expired I won’t be reaching for eternity I’m imprisoned in this fleshy
tomb by
my primitive vision of corporeal bliss there will be no resurrection I believe I’ve had enough of this
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