u/BlueberryAble8885

Drawn from sleep I stand from bed but
leave behind an oozing trail of something
the residue of my restless dream fades
and so does my ability to use my left eye

By the time I’m brushing my teeth, it’s rolled back and milky
A few pearly whites tinkle against the porcelain
My scalp curls off my head with the brush
I worry there isn’t enough of myself to get through the day

Each racing thought oozes grey matter from my nostril
I keep a matching handkerchief to dab it discreetly
The sound of others’ voices wears a canal between my ears
And I chew off my tongue trying to keep up replies

At home my face remembers how to smile
My eyes come to a general consensus
But in the silence the grey trickle becomes a flood
I crawl through my sloshing thoughts to the bedroom

As I lay my head on the pillow and turn
Shedding my scalp completely
Less to worry about in the morning anyway

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If Eternalism is to be believed
Then I already have a hole in my head
The worms are going to work on my eyes
Someone’s scrubbing viscera off my favorite couch
But I’m taking that thing with me

The spot itches and I swear, if I reach back there
I could slip a finger in like a nervous boy at prom
Would it be warm and wet, or cold like haunted house spaghetti?
Maybe if I could hold it in my hands, I could form it like clay
Shape it to silence and grant myself reprieve

I could compress it down to make myself dumber
Unaware of the yawning years I still have left
Finally able to put down the weight of living
Of not wanting to be me or simply not be
I could live with that, or as that, but a hole is so much simpler

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As I came and reclined into shame
I spied a fly in the corner by the clock
And post nut clarity thrust me into his mind
Where I saw my own cock through his multi faceted eye

Limp, tired and most of all unsatisfied
I saw too the porn on the screen
Paused before the climax
Didnt he wish to be one of them?

Instead he sits in his chair in the corner
Living through visual vicariousness another’s pleasure
I saw loneliness and desperation etched in brow furrows
A garden left fallow for another seed not sown

Oh to be the fly and live a short life
Maybe it’s neutered length would give more meaning
To each moment or at least shorten the length
Of my shame as I look at the mess I’ve made

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I wanted to marry a romantic poet

One who doodles me a limerick  

Just to hear my laughter  

But instead I married him

Who takes his cigarettes in long drags

And exhales in depressing sighs

.

Morose, mad, and at times unkind

I wanted him to woo my heart and mind

.

I wanted to marry a thoughtful poet

One who writes verses about birdsongs

And knows the secret beauty of a clover flower

But instead I married him

Who shatters my dreams just to ask if  

“I woke from a dream of my own death in disappointment” is too trite a line

.

I regret the growing distance between us in space and time

All I wanted was for him to woo my heart and mind

.

I wanted to marry a real poet

Someone whose poems had some meaning

Not just borrowed lines of lustful yearning

But instead I married him

Who measures meter with a stick, not makes it in verse

And who can only occasionally find a rhyme

.

I’ve asked him over and over

I’ve all but begged him to try

to woo my heart and mind

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