Impact

A slack jawed symbiote of sorts
anxiety is a residual condition / overlooked
as it is often construed as the silence
between the valleys and peaks of
a heartbeat monitors beeps / and
the tight frowns stifled into the space
between cross walks blank stares
the weeping wall is so soft it absorbs
all traces of sound and nothing can be heard

tears permeate permanently into cheeks like tattoos
congestion I have accepted I'm never going to lose
people die all the time so where is the body
where is the snow drift / where is the snare
how not knot tightened enough are my hands
where are the claws my father taught me
when is my theifdom become my kingdom
where is the trap door / where is my noose
where are the lions / the mouth of the Jordon river
give me an ice skate blade and a deep rotted tooth
nothing but disappointment of the self as I separate the
leather cords / disassemble the steel / place down the tools

I hear rumors that the poison is airborne
thick / and black
that crevices and slip stream drafts exist
but ain't none of us one can see
it only comes to surface on the darkest of nights
(if it escapes the cities distances
it'll travel fastest on the old rail way tracks)
so give me my gas mask
give me oil and a fist full of dynamite
let's fuck for the fuck of it just one more fucking time
show me unkempt beds in forgotten hospitals
and I'll show you meditation well spent
the first sucking ounce of what's in me is virile
the last IV drip dons good riddance

all in good time
sometimes I wish I knew how to hate
sometimes I wish I knew how to die / for the moment
sometimes I wish I was never responsible to begin with
sometimes I wish I truly knew how to own a woman's onus