Testo Another Boring Story

displacement, the basement

isolation cemented

relented six stairs down

naked bulb, tired lungs
tired eyes, crooked thumbs

not up but sideways for now



the rise and fall and gentle drops

precipitation never stops

i pulled the clouds

inside me and now it's raining

raining again


cried in my sleep last night

for the first time

dying while i live

living where we die

futility abounds

six feet deep

beneath the coffee grounds



these ashtrays are volcanoes now

apartments burn in red and brown

salt the earth and never grow

notice ashes look like snow

falling and just sitting there

more trash than the county fair

the smell of crowds, a burning nose

a smell familiarly morose

half-assed attempt only to fail

half-assed reflection ghostly pale

you're waving while i disappear

ashes cementing my fear