caught in your lung
like a disease
caughing up infection
to catch you broken
memory
stuck to the roof of your mouth
like the sweet stick of honey
misleading
you
an old western rerun on AMT
a soundtrack i thought i'd forgotten
something familiar
that gets caught
like dust under my eyelids
so here i am
eyes watering from the sting
unwilling to let the disease of you fall through me
no
i will hold you there
captive
in the gloss of my eyes
claim
you are just an allergy i've agitated
No comments:
Post a Comment