Within this little heart of mine
I swallow splinters
Way past my prime.
I eat sex lidded thighs
Like christened triangular shapes
I breathe menorah light bombs
And waddle in my haste.
These prayers to Hashem
I cannot sit with them
Because of tired bosoms wait
For fierce pinchy smelly gates
That whisk my vessel, mind, and steed
To a place where thoughts can’t heed.
From where mince lice dig in the grave
Unsaid, my vowels are vows mislaid
And touches emerge on soft smooth skin
Fantastical memories of falsely gin.
A flick of the wrist and my nipples compile
Each Goosebumps lick is a pimple or prick
Too late, to see my spirit quake
And convulse on this plastic seat of shame.
One page to break each folly lock
And splatter first love’s bloody smock
With every feel, much deeper still
Life future sits, its empty trill.
Up the crevasse of the no-gone hole
That never drones, but always pulls
A winter’s finger’s self-proclaimed
Advance that’s swatted and harshly maimed.
A flick of passion stiff and shout
Sticks up, then pats the inside out
When fellow sharks teeth up the brain
And switch gives light, dark heads, so plain.
Like naked women all taught and dead
They lie there, next to my dreary head.
All blue and cold, lips so pale
A dreadful place; a dreadful tale.
But here I am, and what will be
Is my little heart set free?
I never stick, I never stuck
When love was sick and swiftly muck.
And now, I pray, Hashem please call!
I need you here, if not at all!
Why do you stay so silent?
Why aren’t you compliant?
Why can’t I hear you deep within?
Why do you never hear my sin?
Hashem, great Lord of withered smells
Where putrid voices echo wells
And chords distaste
Above displaced
Where are you now, when I need you most?
Where are you now?
Are you my host?
Of course, of course
What else could be
My only life will set me free.
Alone, I hear nothing when
I need it most; I need a friend.
Will it ever amount to anything?
Please vanquish me!
Please finish me!
Please languish me!
Please diminish me!
Hashem…Hashem…Hashem…Hashem…

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