Portrait with a little pain
The constant buzzer of pain
that ugly fleeting empire
sending out its cavalry
to agitate my nerve tissue, to sabotage
every sound, every smell, every taste
and make me want to be replaced
but fail.
All about: pain
Hello pain, be welcome in my upper jaw. You will find an armchair. Make yourself comfortable. Stay as long as you like. I'll try to be quiet while you enjoy my hospitality. Could I offer you something to drink? Assorted snacks? Do you want to listen to some music? Tell me the story of your ...
There is only one thing
Remember, there is only one thing. There are not two things. I have developed an all-encompassing hatred for the universe. It's me, it's always me who is the ultimate cause of the trauma, hence I am the creator of worlds, I am god. Pain is god. There is only one thing. Don't make the mistake ...
Dark verse
I had a one night stand with pain I was unarmed, her flames licked my softest side, i said stop i said wait there is not enough night To fit the pain, not enough world to scorch i wonder if drunkenness can ever save a soul Don't we want to blink at reality and the ...
Oh great people, great healthy people
Oh great people, great healthy people with bosoms abulge and necks like reeds I want to like the fire of empathy that burns on your cheeks I want to write in the wake of your perfect gait I want to abide your teeth, carnivorous and straight I want to bury my envy at your feet, ...
the echo that defines the abyss
I wake up at one thirty
then I forget to eat and and fight myself
the evenings are prettiest: I drink
and watch hero movies in which heroes
follow a direction
Toothache :)
I want to write an ugly poem about it that is fully artificial a temporary edifice in broken verse I want to reinvent every word to prey and rape the makers of my pain I want to kill the little man who reads the pain to me turn off his sound and wait and see ...
do you know a name? (parental guidance advised)
every Monday i wake up with with a pain that i am not allowed to call pain some subconsciousness has conspired to destroy whatever vital ambition i hate this fucking show but i am not allowed to turn it off week by week my life is rotting away i have lost all interest and inspiration ...
real hypochondria
I created this illness
together with histamines
and B lymphocytes
to you, I imagine the pain
worse: you nod and I recoil
I have no heavens to curse
and shallow is the temptation of the soil