i have a dog that bites my ankle
when all i want to do is sleep
on a bed that deflates by 3:47 in the morning
and the panels cut into my back
it gets hungry at night
it means my doubt
it wants everything from me
and all i needed was to sleep
crying upon my seeded lament
like a stroke even when you have no heart
pulling strings to be alive for once
it's spilled milk on the hardwood floors
the panels hurt too much to bare
bruises on the spine in a clouded mind
so the hands move in the slow silence
the getup to the end of the night
i lumber to the kitchen to find myself
open doors to open doors to open doors
in the dark came a soft light
the distant reminder of time
open the refrigerator, shock of flash
eyes will adjust to tomorrow
cold in a flowing river to my skin
so sweet was the edge of my eyes
i grab the carton of orange juice
great things come to those who cry
so i will sleep in the sweet
for now it's just a drink
a drink in the midnight heat
indian cornflowers will grow in me
become the last resent of your father
it's what i wanted to be
citrus stings the back of my throat
sweetness in a tang of a dream
a chokehold on the dilluted angels
keep this in your pocket for me
it was fun to sleep then
drink of choice till you die
but i don't when i am with you
when i was with you
the bites of the dog start to bleed
it was mortal before we knew
like american pornography, it is lonely
holy ghost machine with a summer dream
i want to sleep
with glass in my feet
please can i believe
that it was you, before me
so i will go back to the bed deflated
thirsty still from my mind's drought
to my eternal tomb will it be forever
without remorse, still bleeding
goodnight my dream of life
while the dog still bites me
tomorrow will be forever for me
on the love that still deflates
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if not human
Poetrythe anthology of emotion, the passing of life, the epilogue of pure, unfiltered regret this is "if not human" poems, prose and stories from the dark
