here I am
again
liftin the lid
to see if anythin
fermented
or if mold
had eaten its way
toward the middle
leanin over
and breathin it in
til the rot
coats the back of my throat
and I’m coughin up
the phlegm of it
spittin it into my palm
watchin it glisten
between the lines
of my hand
decay needs the right word
and apparently
I need to smell it twice
before wipin it
on my jeans
til the skin pulls dry
then pickin the scab
so the wound
will start over
and I can search the blood
for a better adjective
let it drip
there
poesie…
was für ein ekelhafter lebenszweck
and what a fuckin waste











Hi
I see much pain in your lines. Take care of yourself.
Jessy Jacob
hello poet your German is brutal…but then there is no other way to say it great write of pain ❤️
way outa practice
Powerfully penned, 253. Another excellent write filled with lots of painful layers my friend. Amazing read as always. Appreciate you.
Damian