a new version of me
every few seconds
a new head
a new mind
a new carcass
picking my bones
dry
spending time
with myself
to keep the romance
alive
let down
with soiled pants
breastfeeding wounds
that speak
with bullets
from my nipples
going in
sane
first equation
magick trick
peeling scabs
so nobody
dies
passing notes
to the fly on the wall
written in dirt
from under my nails
dry
picking my bones
a new carcass
a new mind
a new head
every few seconds
a new version of me
Comments 2
A strong poem:
there is force in facetiousness.
Write on
Sanjeev Sethi
Infinite thanks, brother Sanjeev, I’m glad you enjoyed it!