Deep

1 February 2018

venetians are closing
on another small day
and you can see
i’m complicated like a conquered face
keep on keeping on and
round things roll off each other then sink
wishes come out like cockroaches
that’s midnight for you to dig
i’d climb out of this hole but i can’t feel the sides
no
that’s really something
animal
moaning like a crane
or my drizzle-soaked innards
om
all windows and no doors
no barge-arse though
i swear with my nerves
a resisted bubble
frightened by ventriloquists
and caught up in the beige apocalypse again
sigh
i keep forgetting i’m the universe too

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