Poems from CH
I could paint you the way a man would
the brutish, harsh lines that cut across your features
flat, unseeing orbs that gawk at both...
I feel as if I can live forever
Currents ruffling the hairs on my skin littered with mounds
Waves swelling through my dilated pores pumping...
I love eating
meat, fruit, even the godforsaken
vegetables, I love eating.
I love chewing
sinews, tendons, leathery
bits, I love chewing...
what does this all mean?
love love love love i want to throw
up, my hands up
i want to go bald with force
yank all my roots for free
dom...
Holy shit I have sixty years to go
I want to sleep the time away
but i dont want to breathe
I really fucking want to be a doctor
I want...