• evilpoetry 5w

    Shouts out to Bukowski yo

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    Rough Landing, Tyler

    I'm the iatrogenic disaster
    The dampened and dipped
    Tabula rasa
    The naked sheet of paper
    Smeared and strewn
    With muddy water

    I am the fault line
    Cut by palm trees
    And evergreens
    And I shake at the thought
    Of splitting at the seams

    I'm the bass line
    of your favorite song
    And I'm writing out the tremors
    From my hands
    Onto this screen
    Where you see my eyes
    My scars, my lusts, my love

    And it's just enough
    To make a man sleep
    But I don't sleep
    Do you?