Stagger.

To turn the laughter

good and upside-down,

 

to close the chapter

with that damning frown,

 

to see all that matters

scattered far around,

 

to attempt a stagger

steps quickly Hell-bound,

 

to be lost ever-after

in the suction of sound,

 

to kiss the salt of my master

swallow it down,

 

to fuel the fires of disaster

burn the Heavens now,

 

to blink a tiny bit faster

and ignore it somehow,

 

to realize it’s been shattered

how it sputtered and broke down,

 

to recognize a pattern

in the roots beneath the ground.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

One thought on “Stagger.

  1. kosmogonic says:

    Jesus, never was a poem better titled. What have you done here!? Fuck. Do you even realise? You’re in to heavy metaphysical territory, unpicking seams and reinventing perception. I’ve got a lot of your stuff to read but this is the best so far, and that is saying something. It’s the most beautifully terrifying poem I’ve ‘felt’ in a long time. Homage Americana Injustica.

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