deathbymonomials

inhale perfume
exhale words that make makeup run.
tears on tile
tuned to the tone of a gun,


salty diamonds wasted on cheap floors,
two fingers broke in slammed doors.

and it is at this moment that the hate that burns hotter than any sun.

cabbie sings sorrow dreams in many themes
roll on roll on misfortune sings on.
keep your head up

anger anger anger is what it seems.
anger anger it swallows you.
deposit what you can.

nevermind the feelings of fear in fortune,
diamonds
salty diamonds turn to rubies
red ruby rivers
flow together on cold tile floor.

pick me up.