stained spring mattress by Cole Atkinsonif pressured to do so, i would compare myself
to a stained spring mattress stuffed with muddy cocaine
with mostly-dead dream-corpses sleeping unsoundly on top,
and no sheets because the dead ones lie naked.
i hate to be so frank,
but sometimes when it's cold i throw on a jacket
threaded with anything that could kill me,
and i zip it up to my chin, looking like some fucking
uninspired poet.
maybe i fight and fuck too much,
minus the fucking,
but i'll close my eyes and smile with blood-crusted eyelids,
arms wrapped around the dream corpses long since faded,
and
i'll
sleep.
05/13/2011 Posted on 05/18/2011 Copyright © 2024 Cole Atkinson
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