my weightlifting eyelids
feet on smoothened grass
screams of pain
attenuated
all attenuated
the drone of the ceiling fan
the mark of a poet
attenuated, all attenuated
reduced to a
manageable level
slippery slope of a bevel
reduced to pollution and stress
not nil. manageable levels
counting sheep
and goats, counting victims
counting carapaces splintered
carcharodon skin and papercuts
my weightlifting eyelids
always attenuating
calculating, softening
my love affair with narcolepsy
and sleeping on this
bed made of barbed wire
YOU ARE READING
Revèuse
Poetry"Everyday we prepare a face, to face the faces we must face." TS Eliot this book will never end, it's a way for me to keep pieces of me safe.
