I will be immunized again with
three shots just like when I was ten
but I am gracious to know
and I hope they go in slow
because I like the feeling
when I can’t see the needle going in
Tag: altpoetry
sad music is gasoline on the fire
I have a war inside my eye that
feeds my mind and the drops I cry while
I’m hiding wasted and
fighting
the drip in my brain that’s roasting the veins in
my legs while I’m starving tasteless and
hearing
these chimes in my ears that
have been ringing for years I’ve
been pumping the white noise through
to make it clear
still
I’m hiding wasted starving tasteless and
fading
Starrfishing 