silent ownership in the night, you
only exist like a character
inside my mind-fucking
mental state. i want to make it
keep it pretty, i cannot / but when
it happens, it is
soft little waves rushing
up on me.
the daylight is very
awkward, we are real
people. the refrigerator is silent,
mad old greek god
or silicone statue, thinking
i took your mother
faster, manage a little
peresphone, what is hell
when you are its
keeper: unrequited
love, sunshine unrequited
crush, i only exist like
atlas holding up
false personal sky,
i only exist
in the pain between pain
abstracted, mythology
in my crouch.
poem: instagram
the last pavilion 