DOA 123

DOA 123
prose in the middle
Celestial cosmos curling clouds cover up my secrets- kept quiet by my mistake

Always resonating.

Resounding.

Repeating.

Remembering.

Rather than rapping with the riptide — I had stumbled across something I wouldn’t have seen — had I believed in it first.

The rigorous reality that I rumbled with.

How I alter the past.

Change the sheets twice over them double them.

The board — your desk --slumped over the set.

Stage.

Fright.

So strange.

This situ - set -up for death

Shot by a nobody right in the eye blabber and labber.

Hit over the head with a flapper down

Shot by a nobody right in the eye blabber and labber.

As we drown in our own filth and horror hype blithe.

Many other drag folks are posing with flowers and candy.

Pretending they are right. Really?

Blazing-burning-bleeding brain matter sheds bloody-garish-grit-grotty-grubby- gob-shut it watch the flow of the

Drip. Drop.

Mirror.

Forgotten words that spread seeds of brittle poetry of writing steely

Stole 48 hum gun

Drill.

Swallowing pills sliding

Drop the line on my head.

Dream of you.

I can’t explain my past — it continues to haunt me.
Ha.

Jostles with my eyes- jokes about me when I am in bed.

I’m not laughing at you- it’s her

All gone now.

Don’t you know what?

The table resembles a tomb.

Oh, how I wish I were in it.

Buried and alive once over-done twice.

Teeth rattle- bite the gums-full mouth of

Gob-gribble-grubble-

I gamble on the winner giving it away.

Now wouldn’t that be funny and

I could say that I predicted it.

Now, that’s a human interest story right there.

(Should I alter my themes by changing to articles on self help and how much money I made this year?And make it on an app called Medium?)

Would you read it?

Over this one?

Brain dead since last year

It doesn’t matter anymore.

I’ve gone. Back. Never got clean.

Drifting slowly down.

Deep descent into a dark OD-heaven.

Pleasure to be woken in the dark.

Dusky. Dream of nothing. Peace within my womb.

Draft coming in to head the way

Love this hole I call home.

Scorching-scrunching sunbeam hits me in the eye

Scars-stars and slap-slits. Fuck wounds.

It’s us.

You and I. Druggies.

Drowned.
Found on our bodies--a gram of heroin.

Lovers of a higher deity- Zeus Aphrodite-Thor— pick which one you

Time is passing through the walls.

Creeping slowly inside the head

Death-red-lead dread fall

Left no note nor notice for leave

Mimi Bordeaux August 29 2024