Deep Rest

living within this body i call apartment

where the rent too cheap

i sit and chat with only the third person

speaking in repetition and metaphors

like how a beat up nissan versa is the soul

and the hole filled indianapolis road is life

and i might run the race

just to die

another chink in the sidewalk

pave over me with cement

mixed with white chalk

cardboard signs and

spit holy waters

won’t heal

rusted fingerbones can’t type

and

ruined teeth can’t bite

and

rapacious love can’t wipe

away slanted eyes closed

from marijuana highs

blinding chinatown lights

empty intellect

and lost religion

lost soul

lost friends

lost love

lost life

lost will

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