there is no light left in my cold stare
walden freeman
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i transform down the stairs, impatiently
wheel away on flat-footed palms
a sickening display of health
and humanity
oh, and it will clear
this sky
this mind
these eyes will look
like eyes
do
at the glass as half full
of emptiness
a swirling sea of theoretical thirst
filling quickly with the saliva of men
dying of thirst
unaware of suicide
unaware of debris
white hot metal meteors dive headlong
into summer swimming pools
i alone hold the keys
to florida
i remember thinking of leaving town
a half-lit bulb of perfection
inherently defeated
my purpose on this earth
is to discover my purpose
steer clear of clarity
laugh in the face of my fellow sufferers
amen
wheel away on flat-footed palms
a sickening display of health
and humanity
oh, and it will clear
this sky
this mind
these eyes will look
like eyes
do
at the glass as half full
of emptiness
a swirling sea of theoretical thirst
filling quickly with the saliva of men
dying of thirst
unaware of suicide
unaware of debris
white hot metal meteors dive headlong
into summer swimming pools
i alone hold the keys
to florida
i remember thinking of leaving town
a half-lit bulb of perfection
inherently defeated
my purpose on this earth
is to discover my purpose
steer clear of clarity
laugh in the face of my fellow sufferers
amen
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proud statue
or solid ghost
i have drawn myself on paper
as a fireproof lighter
or an airtight fan
widdle away
today, i stand splintered