glowing cigarette resin

when it finally falls apart there’s a kind of revulsion a kind of nausea and torturous irritation when it finally falls apart when it’s rent and the heart starts to explode for the stopped up shrieks the screams the pain the endless arguments when it finally lays down it looks like something much different than what it was

and in the dissolution the dissonant reflecting pool churning froth with echos caught up in the throats of the newest coping mechanical lies the anti-inflammatory salves in the salted wounds of the crestfallen and broken-hearted something emerges

marauding capillaries throb in the temples of the disappeared the powerless forever leaning on the empowered in a sort of polemical atomic dance now alaman left my sweet and fair now do what i say now give me all that you have now accept blame and subversion

when it finally falls apart the story is lost the ardent tryst shrouded stowed and emboldened and fortified with years of clarifying and purifying privately beautifully overstating and where there were songs and poems and protestations and potential and wonder there is black wreckage only jangled chords tuneless recitations

this is the part where george informs martha our son is dead and in the wake and the wake that follows there is nothing to find save thorns and rounds glowing cigarette resin and loss

if i could compress heartache in my wallee compression belly and turn it to soaring buttresses and spires and gain i would so do i try failing so do i wish i could