Downward Drops

some random
thoughts creep in
so frightful

most sit upright in sheets n’ cast
that blank slate, checkmate
fuck-off stare,

grey n’ bland as silicon high-rise
elevator chit-chat and the
bla bla blahhs all spiral
down to furnace

i’d rather have a scare
rip each hair from
my clammy

and slice flesh clean thru
to gummy marrow, toothpick
chippin’ away
at bone

than have it
leave me alone

in truth, i’d rather succumb to own
heart’s glumness then mumble
off into death’s hummin’



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