found under a rock in the garden (20170618)

i can’t scrub this feeling
from my skin
sticks to me
like saran wrap in those
auto-erotic asphyxiation
pics from the coroner’s office

i stretch and stretch
pushing the fatigue out
until my joints separate
one by one
the pockets between bones
pop with gas or separation
as if there were a difference

the sky has hit that summer blue
shade too soon for me
and tomorrow the sun will hang
white in the sky
a judgment on all of us

7 thoughts on “found under a rock in the garden (20170618)”

  1. Damn, no one can make a morgue sound quite as sexy as you can. Lol. I always have to dedicate enough time to visit, because I drool over your expressions. Perilous is right, you know. Whimpering has escaped my lips when I’ve read you.

    1. Y’all are making blush like a schoolboy. 😳

      I’m glad you enjoy my work. It’s gratifying to think that my weirdness is enjoyed.

  2. Yeah your poems are alright. It’s not like I’ve got any of them printed off and pinned to my cork board or anything. *looks sheepish*.

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