I let the bile churn in my stomach
shivers, like waves of hunters
carried rhythms in my body
I slept less
just to forget my dream
I slept less
to form poetry,
with the innards of my mind.
Gutting all purity
and making me a lover
Black curtains
fell across
my eyes
as i lay in bed,
a comma.
A fetal curve of
desire and sorrow.
A slow fever
sharpened its edges upon my neck
and stomach.
She had said
WOMANIZER
WOMANIZER
WOMANIZER
poetry
poetry
poetry
Fucking
Fucking
Fucking
Through beds
Through photographs
Through myths
Through stories
Through words
Through muses
Through snakes
Through folklore
Through dreams
Through women
Through RED
Just fucking
and much else
I did not have enough skin
to collect my misery.
I did not have enough tongues
to cut between my teeth.
I did not have enough
women within me,
to stop my,
denial, now wandering .
And so i hurtled
and stumbled
through dry heaves
of the mind.
Cut open
myself
and lay quietly
for the jaws to cool.
***
It is 5 am and I want to vomit
through the sheer contour of my nausea
She speaks the truth.
Her truth,
has pierced my belly often.
Her truth has saved me often.
But today it makes me shiver
They say crying is therapeutic.
But,
the language has fled me.
I have an unfortunate heart.
I fall in love
With minds,
Often
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