random scribbles

its vague
this rain
shall wash
the plague

i love the liquid
it makes the bile
come up through
my throat it stirs bubbles
in the belly, it hurts
its like swallowing the soap
sparing the mold
decaffeinated pleasance



i drink the abortion
to give my own mind
a portions worth of blackness
and so when the rain blows
and thunder howls
no grave may go nameless
within the carven
headlights blaze
cutting through the skin
officer please
\take my wallet
find my soul within