Leave me in the dust

I try to make do

with this carcass I am, I drag it

along decomposing slab of meat, even

the blood is drained.

Now prostrate. Statue carved

monochrome and postmodern bullshit. In front

of city attic plants and mazes, branches cry yellow

leaves that last year didn't even want to

touch.

Compared to me, they must seem

so alive.



"I should have been a pair of claws" throw me in the ocean

at least it's dark and silent

enough, my

cigarette breath won't

pollute anyone's dreams

down here



No one will touch

the minutes unmoving, life-alone, yeah. Like

it's anything I've lived



Victim of my own veins, just spilling vapours that would only cause rare

diseases.


They should have left me in the dust where they found me.