SLAM!
right into the wall behind me
your letter cracked the tar and brick
and leaked words into a puddle
dripping like black hole pores
you are still there
meddling in my tear ducts
watering down the concrete
i used to construct myself
and fucking with the pipes
tearing down the rooftops while i
sleep and smear raindrops across my face
you are always surrounded by a bay of
doubt but sure enough
the current is one tough bitch
and your smile reminds me
of seaweed between my fingertips
[i think i spoke that once]
you injected colour into
my poloroid form
rudely bringing out the green
when i insisted it wasn't necessary
and smearing your faithful
"you say this you do that" bullshit
all over my angora carpet
well i've missed you,
you cocksucker piece of shit.
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