Gord

2025-01-09 03:48 am

Hell is where bones conjoin.
Fell into boys, resin oil, foil...
Paranoid terror, disappointment.
What was worse, 
Your disease, or my point?

Multiple choice questions on the medical forms,
Your network connections on cellular phones.
Joint ventures, a voice credits feminine for,
But between the temples the evidence shows.

Goodbye are the days,
Yellow presence,
White, like breast or loin,
and yet, still like poinsettia,
Red on the inside.

Compare your sickness to mine,
Hell is where bones conjoin,
There to which the feathers fall,
Quality of life destroyed,
Vaporizer oil, foil, credit card,
Paranoid terror, disappointment.

The spider bites with sting of poison,
Whether on the page or from an arm.