rotting fruit of the past

it leaves a bad taste
chewing it up
spitting it out
try to take it
swallow it down
understand it


but i just
can't stomach it
repulsive
this taste is familiar
so similar


just as disgusting



the stench
it prevents me from trying
it reminds me
sickens me
disturbs me


it floats
this aroma
it comes off
punches my senses
knocks me on my ass
suffocates
gagging for some fresh scent
something clean
anything but this


at the enterence
opening statement
say a damn thing
acid builds
making me sick


it's so damn foul

a goose of hypocrisy

here i thought i was sick
obsessed
so deeply hurt



get over it
grow up
if so much pain collects in the pond
fly your ass away
gunshots don't fucking spook you
everything we try
you just won't leave this behind

awkward goose
go away
you crane your neck
force it
make yourself look down on everyone
look away from yourself
just to ignore your wings
snobbish doesn't look well on you

you flare out those wings
scare us out of pain
yet you can't stop
and use your wings
for yourself

if goose were on the menu
if i could share the delight with my girl
if you'd run and give us a challenge
we'd hunt you down
wring that scrawy neck to slience the complaints

it's not your season
fly
lift yourself above this
don't look above it
don't wish to be above it
just do it