to light impossible fires
in set of miserable miracles
left alone in boggy hotel rooms
gases in vital signs
a methane bloodstream
sucking a deep resin beneath
i slept in her moons
underneath the light of you
kissing the moon's sideboob
but all i can't be
fell sweet in summer scenes
so holy thou pleases
cut right where it sleeps
an opium den in hiding
plain sights defiling
as a maker of men
crying ever so violent
in silence with automatics
what she made
may happen to fall beneath
the cracks in an ego
I see through the wicker blinds
through tomorrow's eyes
a weapon in brutal disguise
if not human
By nlmacnamara
the anthology of emotion, the passing of life, the epilogue of pure, unfiltered regret this is "if not human"... More