THIS IS NOT POETRY

Thursday, July 31, 2014

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I need a cigarette
Before I care
I need to stop breathing air
To spin
To spike
To scrape
Before I can pull my heart out on its chain
And watch it glistening
Gleaming
Beating
Alongside yours

And there it is
That nervous little flutter
That I told myself a thousand times I didn't need
Here it is again
Just below where it should be in my chest
Somewhere between the stomach
The brain
And all the rest
But fuck this
And fuck you
And you and you and you too
You're all...so beautiful
And isn't that what this world does...
To beautiful things?

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