meta static

food undigested on the chest

breasts already pancakes

they will laugh when reaching under

the napkin of my body

they the strong

they the knowledgeable

will the question caught on my throat

survive the morning

before they leave there is another joke

that reaches the awake ears

bending like flowers to the sun

curtains closed

i am left in a silent dark

i cannot reach the tissues

or the knives

*

another philosophy that will echo

the importance of your smallest toe

to stand to stay still

to lose the ground if there is a rebel of the shins

against the burrowing belly and butt

heel heel stop

let me at least have this one dance

she is finally looking after a night

of too many nights

what did socrates say about the living

what did he say of the dead

was it the council that had the final word

here they do

i do not get her name

but at least

i recall nietzsche’s

*

above is from a book of poetry i’ve written, entitled “a mess of you everywhere inside of me“.

it is for you. it is about you. it will tell you how to be your you again. get a copy here: https://goo.gl/zsyqVD