Vomit

1.  Rotting in neglect, you are the backlash of vomit on the desk’s underbelly.

2.  If only regurgitation had a tongue, it might risk the gauntlet of my cheekbones.

3.  The amphibian in an orphaned autumn’s mason jar shrieks reproach and slices my shrine, pinches a dream, slurps an onyx iris. 

      Why aren’t you seen green?

 

I am not contemplating vomit anymore.

 

4.  Blood tastes the way ache grins,

5.  Too many teeth to tally, tasting you like Some Concubine Whose Name Is Inessential to the continued meaning of some Chamber Of Iniquity that sneaks aboveground in all cities,

  Albuquerque, specifically, has insisted it make dry love to me.

6.  I think you are spewing from my scar, only my scar is a ghost and I don’t imagine ghosts.

7.  When my frame was dismembered, I did not remember feeling skin stretched over bone, snapping as fingers do,

I remembered you morphed methamphetamine into religion, 

remembered how long you stood trial for your sin.

so tell me what grand metaphor I represent

Disposition: Pyromaniac, 

extended

8.  Because by the claws of that madhatter m**********r, I am guided 

      Because madness guides my pen, as a wolf guides a jackrabbit.

9.  You dangle like stalagmites, so you must tremble like haikus: short and devious.

10. Façades,

you’re taking on me taking on you.

11. The clogged arteries of soul and sand will render us critics to the horror hallucinating in vein.

12. Thought is a noun, you can’t touch it.

      House is a noun, you can’t feel it.

13. There kindles spotted galaxies in my lungs.

They are beautiful and I cannot breathe.

14  Alaska, she dons a frozen excuse.

15.  Time heals,

Sunday, the day after tomorrow, cosmically,

please neglect to mention that time heals one lesion before she inflicts twelve more.

16.  And that synthetic frogs make sluggish escape artists.

17.  I think happiness is the commerce of agony mixed with a tablespoon of cough syrup.

18. vestri 'suscipienda mihi suscipienda vobis --

19. “After murdering my daughter, the only thing I felt was hunger,” sighed the tree,

who would one day weep in revolution as she became a girl’s desk.

20. Why can’t I stop breaking rules?

Why can’t I inhale the clouds?

 

Nothing kills a man quicker than his own mind,

and idiosyncrasy and vomit are far from the same. 

Reviews

[Vynyco]

"Because madness guides my pen, as a wolf guides a jackrabbit."

I felt the need to point out how great that line is. I also read your two stories and I really liked them so congratulations and thank you.

[The Twin Arenas]

"Albuquerque, specifically, has insisted it make dry love to me."

great line. wild lines. a list of hammers.

[Zoomout]

Strong and different writing :)