Monday, May 20, 2013

CARBON MONOXIDE

Rock to trip over
Small enough for heaviness
Put upon more than its level
Haven't disappeared 
In a fashion for their fashion
A bald person in the mirror
Outlined with a dagger
Cold metal from a look
Over a wooden railing
Stars squint over those rotting
While they think their thoughts
Thinking their thoughts
into a downward spiral
It'll probably break 
this time
when flushed again

Fly zipping about 
Useless shit
Brought to the forefront
How did it get there?
Zipping up
before the laughter starts again
Fingers whisper across shoulders
strapped for desperation
pillows of white noise
surrounding
surrounding

Make a point
Make some point
Some point
made
a deep hole 
through a mind
Thinking their thoughts
under the drip pan
drip drip
Thinking their thoughts
Stars squint over those rotting
While they think their thoughts
Thinking their thoughts
into a downward spiral
It'll probably break 
this time
when flushed again



- Max Stoltenberg



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