(no subject)
remember that your inner cynicism is always prowling, doubting
even if you wanted to have faith nothing was ever enough
grinding toothpaste dust
between my mortar milling molars
it’s like a chalk mine blew up in the wind and pop!-
it settled into a dry clay desert
dust and grinds, of carageenan
I wonder if its layers
are laid sedentary
and if things will be fossilized
preservation shatters our prayers
bottles go clink clink and whooo
make music of the sounds
most of them are sorrowful
their lives shattered in a blink
vases are most melancholy
they droop like drips of basset hounds
asystole will make them sorry
they make the saddest sounds
like really, none of it makes a terrible amount of sense.
even if you wanted to have faith nothing was ever enough
grinding toothpaste dust
between my mortar milling molars
it’s like a chalk mine blew up in the wind and pop!-
it settled into a dry clay desert
dust and grinds, of carageenan
I wonder if its layers
are laid sedentary
and if things will be fossilized
preservation shatters our prayers
bottles go clink clink and whooo
make music of the sounds
most of them are sorrowful
their lives shattered in a blink
vases are most melancholy
they droop like drips of basset hounds
asystole will make them sorry
they make the saddest sounds
like really, none of it makes a terrible amount of sense.