my friends



My friends are dead

Sloshed in glycerin

Granite gazes entombed, my smile

Falling to the Valium that makes a star

Mind lapse, does it last?

He is my lofty midnight

Where I see, always, ugliness

In diaper confessions, in sweetness

Covered by nuptial seams and in me,

A stigma to my own cavity, radiating

On a wrong scar, jumping up and down

To where their music is a re-run

Of my own regrets. Here I swamp them

Into my liniment, saviour, pushing them in

Dead, athwart my galactic palm

Immobile below my red-haired sun

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