I dropped out of the race today cuz I was feeling like
I had no room left to explode
went down to the bar
with my face painted up like
a carnival death show
a blindly reflecting glass that drinks in life through
a membrane of the past
plugging in and moving deep
within
to these distant measured fragments
still calling out my fate
and all the outlines of the bodies sewn into the lining of the void
I swam an ocean made of milk
that scattered all my parts
never to break the wall of sleep.
…still sucking out all the air inside the church that sent us up
(into the abyss)
staring back through mechanical eyes as
the stars get flattened
just like empty cans
and mouthing “dust to dust”
with lips that move to the tune of humming wires
as the cities scratch their names in sand
And I can’t ever get back to
the outside world. the outside world.
