I have a love hate relationship with the pharmaceutical industry
this same hot/cold symbiosis with poetry
words and pills wear me well though the taste gets bitter
& when I’m blood red
I ignore the heat
& bask in line of sun’s unseen
call me reptilian
because I’m ancient
all I need are time stamps
–LM
there’s a tale left untold in utero
I received the message loud & clear
from a voice calm like an old friend
I can be melted down
I say, I’d show, if you want
we received a radio signal
from nine billion light years away
I’m saying even if the message was important
given the way
the world is as of late
I still think it’d be
–LM
Lately I’ve been observing what remains
of Tracy Twyman
& buying ankle chains
@Target
both seem purposeful
nevermind what’s trending on Twitter
the celebrity chaos dulls
to static
white noise I fall asleep to
when the Wild Hunt isn’t in pursuit
–LM
everybody thinks I have an agenda
I’m not making shit up I promise
I’m just interpreting the world
[ alternatively ]
I know my experience can’t be replicated
I know you won’t hear God quite
the same as I did
when he told me humanity
isn’t Klaus Schwab’s version of virus
when it’s just another
indeterminate
shade
of
gray
& we don’t need a virtual concentration camp to be honest
we just need courage
that’s it
–LM
authors note: inspired by Gawne – Outlaw
the thing about inspiration
it’s a fuckbuddy sometimes everything clicks and when I feel noticed I merge into His open lane and coast my fingers point and click to climax I type my feelings and pause ⏸
@theweesmirk Post over an hour ago something posh about the universe nick bostrom & why I can’t sleep on the phone
oh you’re still here still listening good I play favorites guess who’s mine
–LM
people are constantly weighing
Libran scales
between what they want &
what they need
modern society is too used to what’s superfluous to tell the difference
no matter how stark
I’ve got gift cards I’ve yet to spend the
time left out of my life expectancy check & found out God doesn’t deliver on weekends
–LM
Antihero
suspend the flowers you sent,
spontaneously suture the wound
[that’s all too familiar
to you]
hats off
we gather together
as brilliant shards in
these underwater mosaics
this music we make
devastating every composer we know
& can’t you hear me knocking
aren’t I part of your foundation
the missing piece stolen
and retrieved resold
by its thief
time winked gasoline
on our straw house
unaware there was brick underneath
–LM
How long before I have to beg
how long before I’ve lost all sense?
Where did my lonely mind go
if not to be swallowed whole and tongue caressed withheld
by your loving mouth
as far as Neanderthal comets go
I’ll wait for February
exhaling steam
–LM
My flaws & logic are forever at war
it’s the little self esteem I have left keeping them apart and alive
once I experienced love as an immature prickly thing and its teenage taste went stale way too often I made the switch to artificial sweetener
now I feel like a burst liver, a human kidney stone mouth full to the brim with spit right before you heave to a toilet
I’m no fan of myself lately, I’m my number one heckler
creeping out the strangest I act without trying I just sit and smile I barely blink upside down resting bitch face
I think I’ll give the Zoloft a shot after I take one I’m so imaginary my friends are too
I’ll never be the highest one in the room
but I bet I can make you feel
lifted
just don’t
look
–LM
Rationale was never my forte since my eyes were full of rarity & I’m hoarding my treasures kept close to the ________
I’m starting to wonder
if this voice in my mind isn’t my own soul speaking out loud & the only way it registers is if I think
it’s me
I know
it’s me
Ahead of time
Back in lives
–LM
I’m starting to wonder
if this voice in my mind isn’t my own soul speaking out loud & the only way it registers is if I think
it’s me
I know it’s me
Ahead of time
Regressed in lives
–LM
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