Restrained Machine Gun

oh my god, what have I done to myself

restrained machine-gun heart started to fire,

and deluge of words

contempt, disgust, filth, and dust, poignant forgetting

the mint ice cream is rotting

and there is fungus on it,

it’s now poison, should you be taking it

i tried to build a freeze,

but you know the law of thermodynamics

pretty hard to implement,

love is not really enough

The worst part of forgetting is nothing

but the relentless remembering intermittently

when we forget, what do we exactly forget ?

my profoundest sadness is that

i would be the visual representation of

the extra sip of coffee

that is hesitated about

dried sip of coffee

EXTRA SIP. HESITATED ABOUT.

okay, let's talk about love,

love distilled preserved to be held

love adulterated

overflowing from the pit of our unaccustomed stomach

here and there everywhere

bloody stains of love

Let's talk about dust now.

how does it feel to be the dust

how does it feel to the dust-

but not the dust that you walk on

i wish i was a pavement, rue-rue-rue

another time, I might have dismissed myself as rue.

the cataloguing, the disgust,i watched it for a little while,

the slopes and planes of face,

blue rivulet-like veins on hands,

some essential geography,

like the stretches and collapse of face against my own