...beggar...

dusted i come to this
wiped out from the heat and the long strides i have not made
alarm clock and try to smash
come again i wanted to tell you
come again

withered the hands and special the chance to touch
slumped over the couch like pulverized
meat
you can’t be held like this
for too long
it burns
and snatches breath
and snatches breath

my ache culls me into a sleep
where i dream not of you but of how to
put you down
humanely
or not

there is not enough blood on the hands of this world

tee hee

reeks the scent of the part where i wake up
and i don’t know you
and i realize
that despite
i failed
and that
i always fail

-05