glitch

I’m in a glitch

my dragons are flying backwards

a flickered flock of polysyllabic words

have all died on my tongue

 

rot abounds

                     choking sounds

            clog my satellite ears

 

dazed and hazy

I walk from the pixilated wreckage

 

your eyes are the beacons

that led me home

 

sirens sexting from rural crags

 

rice bouncing from my pink cheeks

clods bouncing from my polished pine

 

rise from the dead

fall into the life

 

bathe road-rash

in asphalt

 

my nudity always bleeds

 

kiss chaos

rub ruin

 

truth is just the best lie

we’ve concocted thus far

 

it all makes sense

when you’re senseless

 

the end looks like the beginning

 

I’m in a glitch

my dragons are flying backwards

 

I can't reach God

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