A Calmer (Process Of) You
III.
drifting (still) just beneath
what horror awaits (in roaming waters)
in present day (the calmer you)
the meek hopeful (pretends)
twitches (as if the world is not teetering)
on (its axis) daily (& evolution has)
(provided) swimming avec requins
(a numbness that) holding onto relics (kicks in)
(which allows) arms flailing recklessly (for the absolute tragic)
(to pass) tattooed (before your eyes) , stained within
all the while (without a moment's pause)
(to panic) walking the tightrope (&)
(vomit up) above (the) exploding coals
with (spaghetti) conflagrative skin
with (that) heart (you had) palpitating
a (last) woven mess
of (evening) veins screaming.
II.
still in roaming waters
the calmer you pretends
as if the world is not teetering
on its axis & evolution has
provided a numbness that kicks in
which allows for the absolute tragic
to pass before your eyes
without a moment's pause to panic &
vomit up the spaghetti that you had
last evening.
I.
drifting just beneath
what horror awaits
in present day
the meek hopeful
twitches on daily
swimming avec requins
holding onto relics
arms flailing recklessly
tattooed, stained within
all the while
walking the tightrope
above exploding coals
with conflagrative skin
with heart palpitating
a woven mess
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poem by Andrew Delapruch
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