these pictures mean nothing
snapshots of times i have thankfully forgotten
gallons of wine at waking hours
i look down on everyone
especially myself
we are the fragile delicacies of a brutal world
crumbs in a gaping sewer
carrying insignificant burdens like faulty crosses
a cosmic joke in overwritten history books
visions that disintegrate with each passing minute
destined for replacement
a million deaths with each blink of an eye
i will funnel this slow liquid death into every pore
into everything that breathes this polluted air
until i'm washed away in the turbulence
until nothing remains
until the cows come home and meet their doom
fortnights have passed by the hundreds
and we are still dodging shell fractures in a shallow trench
because there is nothing else to do
nothing but sit and wait and fucking die
the only constant
the only purity we will ever know.
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