The mechanics are jammed and the
the chemicals have smeared into
iridescent gas puddle ripples

clenching ice under my sternum
running upward into the throbbing heat
of a dripping sinus cavity

flood over the edge now and then
although the surface is still and smooth,
bloated and pink

a perfect suspension of time,
and wet limbs
I want to capture it
this raw empty numbness

avoid confronting it
(escape escape)
fog out and distract
through an endless bombardment of
stories, parties, chemicals and cock

feelings are lies
ambushing at the slightest nick
oily hurt bubbles up my throat
and I weep in the arms of strangers


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