Puke Poetry

Heart like a hand grenade, fully-automatic weapon for a mind.

Wednesday, December 06, 2006

anonymous

that pain was
eaten, cannibalized
this weakness was
beaten, brutalized
and as i stumble
swimming through rain
spitting on regret and shame
i know that
all we will recall
will be our sins
and our 20/20 hindsight
our hazy eyes and minds
swan dives from
concrete watrfalls
alternate universe
realities, identities
androgenous beauty
it's a mountain, a canyon
to be revered and
bowed down to
prostrating ourselves
before a great, deep
all encompassing nothing
it's all we see, want and breathe
it's all we'll be, stunt and bereave
it's miraculous and immaculate
and fills us with something
that will forever remain unnamed.

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