Another day coming home
Carrying an internment camp
Growing desperate for that dirty bomb
Confetti souls
So that the children will see
Me go
In a blaze of color
Because they are all being erased
I’m going to know what’s inside you
Witness to a murder
Every night
In her company
Eyes like craters
Empty and mined so deep
Only running for sleep
Self-murdering gypsies
Something like a masterpiece
Dizzy deep inferno
Trembling blind
With nothing left to sacrifice
No one and nothing to amend
And no old friends
All the eateries with the owner’s name
Never match the mouths of those who feed
A spectacle
Pregnant sick silhouettes
On the verge of giving burnt
Invitations
Thank you to those in this life
Shown a misery
Worth documenting
Loving the way a gravestone loves
Dumpster class
Constant cold state of exhaustion
Every greener pasture burns
Winter changes
To harsher climates
Archaic landfills of limbs brittle and bare
A culture of cruelty
Everyone an object of competition vector
In tongues
The father lies more than the ghost
We did it only in the dark
Knowing the family would not care
Barely notice her gone
We just give ourselves to anyone
They were waving scaled pelt
War torn souls
Snake eyes or no eyes
Iconoclasts we remain in the bedroom, wreaking gentle havoc
Now I’m out here looking for deeds
While you look for new anatomies
Clapping gunfire over heavy sweat
Strangers not to an unwilful exit
You howled so loud in all that lace
With the windows open
We couldn’t move when it was all said and done
Attending funerals day by day and not by trade
Draw the shortest bones to see who gains a sailor's grave
Can the ocean hold more bodies than land
You don’t know how hopeless we are
I can see why you would lie
To yourselves
Because you bred these handicapped deformities
Who will continue this inbreeding facilitating
The dreamers become unbelievers
A single herd
How can we live like that
Abbreviated agendas operating in smoke as foreign to us
Our impossible sadness
We would simply talk about the things we didn’t care to talk about
Until we become satires of ourselves
And unrecognizable perceptions
Look at me look at me
But there ain’t nothing to see
Time plus exposure equals catastrophe
Those that we love and who love
Brought about great diminishing returns
With nothing going on outside of this irritable metronome
A ticking timebomb all my life
No real sense to a countdown
Wheeling of this human heart
Laboring on our behalf through that wire cage into that dark oubliette
Hold your head up high
Breaking my neck just to try
Do you understand what it’s like to watch it all come undone
Brick by brick
Trying to throw you a rope
Just brought about this curtain close
And tightened our collective noose
There will be no man to pull at your feet
This will worsen and will never get any better
You heard it here first
Pack your things
Oh amazing mass grave
Welcome to the way down
It won’t be long now
We look so good with this catastrophizing glow
At the very least we are without pride
There’s an exit sign over that fruit
The end is now
And love is not the way out
It’d always been set to expire
You are beginning to look ominous
Started to think about our time together as a haunting
Stuck between wrath and wickedness
You know we all got our problems
Mine ended up just being broke bottles
Built this glass Church down this pebbled front
All the way to deeper rock bottoms
Every angel sordid and drunk
Gone to sleep with every priest.
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ANTHONY GEDELL writes from New Jersey, publishing a story and poetry in Hobart, poetry in Punk Noir Magazine, and poetry in Poverty House. His first novel, Love Lies in the Throes of Rhetoric, is slated for release in the spring with Michael Dolan at Winding Road Stories.
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