Unload, dive in
Social justices asides, or rather, underneath the bed
Attend the fair, paint on the incorrupt appearances,
across the bridge of my nose
Meet me here,
inside this,
and under this
Do not consign to oblivion your desire for settling this score,
once and for all
Do not forget to bring along your utter disgust for this,
for it is the most important piece
One, two, three,
break
Another human’s retribution in the form of 3 pounds of cool metal
Speed not for the finish,
because slow and steady wins the race
Skip, and place one foot in front of the other,
bleeding eyes never rising above or falling below horizontal,
The corners of my mouth tied to strings, like broken puppets
But for the second time,
we meet here,
inside this,
and under this
Spin like revolving doors,
caught in motions,
high on the scent of gore and human taxidermy
I present that lock of hair, scented in innocence,
As you hand me my income, in that thick white envelope
There are no handshakes,
And all i say is, ‘’the devil is in the details’’.
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PoetryFew collections of short poems. Themes mostly revolve around betrayal, love, letting go, and some others of the same sort. The wonderful cover is made by a even wonderful person, Nova.