rarelyunusual

how prettily
we grow in love
with hate, into cadavers
watering dead flowers,

too much
and too little
too late.

an army of picturesque zombies
exhausted over bones.

small mystery each death
more merciful than jesus god

some of us simply aren’t right

so badly put together.
there is an ugly wrong

in this beautiful blue so great
you can feel its flat emotion
turning around on the clock

we’re running out of time.
still afraid and lying

still. in the gutter
who cares, it takes
nothing to be
nothing but fuck all

nameless meat
more exit holes
and entrance wounds

numbed by the weight of two arms.
we are not good to each other

too much. we love the hate
we love to love. we are not good
to ourselves.

all of us beggars and thieves
too bad
or alone
and too broken.
we are not good to each other

perhaps we’ll never be

but god I wish we were

and watch
watch this bloody heaven
flicker endurance like faith
some chance up there
some way

die a bit further each night.

and wish on stars sometimes

against disinclination
inside this dull transistor

because I can’t kill hope.

Author notes
Inspired by – The Crunch