just two or more.

it feels like every breath coming
out of my mouth will issue forth
a stream of sugar sweet stinking starchy
bad
i wish every breath would so that its
remnants could lay there exposed on the
floor in heaving heaping mounds
the chunks forming mountains and the
liquid forming wastelands between
lay there in all its unholy staining
glory just as it coats the inside of
my mouth the inside outside of each breath
solidify and encompass consuming covering
you have covered
everything i can smell and taste youyouyou
coating every crease of my rotten brain
you know you’re right so follow and
flow like the steaming memory of
you on the floor
it lays there all diluted starches separating
in the clear but piercing full bile
just thick enough so that i can drag
these two tired fingers through and part
away for my message my ambition
my determining factor because
this is all a tribute a daily ritual
performance dedicated to youyouyou
this shall come forth leave me dark and
heaving in a reflection of how
you leave me here in the pile of my
saccharine coated mind.
with these two fingers i can say.

Author's Note

.written on a bad day. my birthday, if i read the date right.
.
[7.15.09]