Surreality

give me that meaningless bullshit
sweet nothing nonsense
sonneting on & off & on again.
all day, everyday.
we were softer shades of comet
spitting stars across the cosmos

I feel awful about feeling awful
this morning. we were alone together
in the dark
lost for the most part.

the sound of lights
of day & of night inspire me
& I'd like to try to fly even though I'm
really really tired
&I know I might end up this
amorphous red inkblot
of blood & chunks of flesh
on the sidewalk.

just an absolute mess.

the fever broke then settled in &
I went the way
of the sugar rush instead.

like you to death.

Reviews

[B]

Love the last line

Great work here