plague poetry and more

there's a ringing in my ears

or screaming when

'all that,' she said -

perched on the edge of the ottoman -

'all that is just the noise, and then this here is the real stuff.' 

and i leaped from the stage through corridors like a rat

collapsed on the couch in my room

and thought of that. 

i stand close to my parents in the crowd

and the simplest thing is i just miss my friend, a lot,

these people that touch my sides,

they know who you are and who i am and i can't sleep so i'll just sit

hidden a little bit.



i will chase the chaos, i know i will

but i won't sleep for it. or that fucking light that shines through my window

from the apartment next door.



all i take are deep breaths. in the car outside your house

lying in bed in a sweat. gonna be sick all over the place

and i'm so angry over nothing

until i'm not