Stickiness of the air

Stickiness of the air

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Submitted: February 18, 2017

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Pissed out my mind! What the fuck is this clogged humidity?

I’m an infant to the continent of burbling smoke, rising above me as a shrimp;

The transparent vixen gleams,

My hands are numb and my jaw is a glacier;

Ice-cold and brewish to the kind,

Words are the thought of the fallen in such a meeting

—Bestow the affections onto you grace!

I am a bumbling nothing, renewing my interest for reason. 

My throat is blocked, clogged, stuffed and wasted

Shrewing to the taste of relief. Bitterness but the tenderness

On hands!! Whose palms will I melt under? 

Soothing tides of an inferior race comforts my cobble heels into dust

And I scream cries of wicked nervousness— Longing of stung love!-

Anything is wasted, wasted in this siev of sharp wire and faith,

No! Please, there’s a reason why I’m nothing in eternity! 

I need to release whatever compelled me to write, a helpless lock; 

Now the fake shepards rise and, hopefully, the silence renews my prosperity

Discoveries are futile in a raging blur, I despise all of which I am not, never yet to be:

I am a bumbling nothing, renewing my interest for reason.


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