Clouds and Carbonate
Empty is the jar
Save orange dust
There’s no arousal
Outside of a hungry flat line
Level upon the EKG
White tile coated red
No absorption before another
Oncoming disappointment
This will be final
I keep telling myself
Only to repeat the cycle
A phoenix snapping into embers
The face in the sky
Grins with broken teeth
Dribbling infection upon the earth
Scented in halitosis and alocholism
Sticking like viral jizz
Upon an ex’s chest
It’s just me
I don’t get it
Not part of this
Separation is necessary
For getting shit done
All that is necessary
Being left alone
When something once existed
We didn’t know what it was
But it was there
Substantially lacking in the present
Drowning in a dry humidity
Needing to just go far
Somewhere in the pines
Dusting needles from headstones
There’s nothing left to cry for
Or look forward to
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