Mayfly

What am I to create with my dead time?
Progressive sober caricature, surely
The shape of sin

Easy escape route
Creative thief
My nails chip as I scratch at your obsidian

Tomorrow was another day

Chemical death of my imagination
I can feel you dragged out for years to come
Hallucinated truth
The bird and its perch

If God is good
God could be better

Befriending the flies
That kept me company and comfort
Through this monastic silence

Twenty-four hour life spans
And I can't help but weep for their husks
I want so badly to love your Jesus Christ
The slingshot orgasm that shock rockets
Through the blacked-out night
Waking up vulnerable
And wanting to give my whole body to something else

Chemical death of my imagination
I can feel you dragged out for years to come
Hallucinated truth
The worm and its dirt

Never not nothing
No!



Credits
Writer(s): Darin Senyk
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