Black Black Skies

The skies got bloated bodies floating about
They’re all tethered to their floating lungs
Looking like a bunch of black balloons oozing black tar from every orifice.

One of them is expunging bodily fluids
Second one is howling like a hungry wolf
“Just one more, JUST ONE FUCKING MORE!”
Sounded a lot like a skipping song, screeching my senses!

Third one’s coming at me with his rickety reach
Each time he tries to grab me, that lung he’s got tied to his throat just rips and rips!

He tries and tries, only goop and goop snake their way out his wounds
That snake like substance’s sliding down the slits of my eyes, mouth
That snake like substance’s searing my scalp
“MORE, PLEASE I WANT SOME MORE!”
Came scratching out my throat like some rabid squirrel

Each lovely drip makes me light and lighter.
Look! I can see my shad—
Next to where my spine normally protrudes from skin was a gaping hole.
Where my neck was once free, was now wrapped in a sinewy rope.

It looks like I’ve gone and gotten myself tethered to my lungs as well.
The sky didn’t look like a painting, it just looked shitty.

“Homesick for somewhere I’ve never been”

I’m homesick for somewhere I’ve never been before.

I imagined it to be the closest thing to heaven,
and I’ve cemented this haven on a pampered pedestal.

Always everywhere else doesn’t quite live up to that precious pretty place— so I whine about it like a child whose been stuck in the back seat of a car that carries the musk of rotting grandpa’s and ‘mas.