Lahf attahk

May 19

When I awoke Saturday, May 18 2013

Loveliness is no cure for loneliness
Bringing no further impulse to care.
You are the ribs that surround my heart
and I am scaling my every breath.
For every beat presses its best
Attempt at forgetting the past
but the cage was forged to last.
You left out some of the hard parts
and there are gaps between my love
and the end of my body.
Each breath closes in on the masses
of the stained and arid shelf of flesh.
The effect of your efforts so vast
That they protrude my sides
and display instead emotional starvation.

Still you are both the reminder and inviter
when there are jabs from others
in a constant fight over what I have forsaken.

My love and my heart never more than one.

In the same halfway hidden exposures
as much in labor as a lung they relate.
What you know will not kill me.
What you left of me remains.

My heart is my love.
Your wall makes a vault.
Full of anguish in the past tense
are my cells and memories.
Release the bind you buried over
my final line of being alive.
Soon my love would shatter you
until I had nothing left to support my heart.
So here you stay, sharp and menacing,
as if you linger a little longer than I thought.

May 03

Promising Symptoms of

the miles, 9 of them, abusive and blistering, I bow to.

More sore for ever before.

I am decaying of disease and

that is less than one problem.

I told a near-stranger that I’ve been shitting shittily, eventually, when he asked “How are you”.

I’m uncomfortably filthy with a flare

and blush so I’m deprived of human contact.

What have you, make a difference, I have with much

but then again in shredding evidence I fault.

Having derived no surveillance I deny to cite.

There exists a miserable entirety.

In sickness and in health I’m dead with whatever whence hasn’t been recommended

Penance in absence