in vain

.


Mainlining Rust.

i go to bed with 3 razors underneath my tongue
precipitate dreams,

Sweet Dreams.

stale moist bed sheets

formal absence of all precious things

Broken Bone Moment.

Dead flies Braille

reading Vacuum off crusted mouldy plates...
Passing Time.

where have you been?

warm living flesh, a hand upon my cheek

it falls right through me...

Words Disintegrating into Sounds.

Broken Bone Moment Again.

strength required for solace fades among all these
Dead Things.

You are My phantom limb

You are My phantom limb

a formal absence of all precious things.