Addendum Obscura

I'm overshadowed by it all

The comings and consecrations

of a tainted heart once pure

The goings and contractions

          We are all another's

                  rock bottom

                      puddle to avoid...

Ah f

Orgive me

I feel like s

Hakes and shivers become me

Don't be c

Ontemptous

Regrets

shame

accumulate

addendum obscura

            Pain receptors,

            don't need them

The taste of guilt on my tongue

            Pain receptors,

            don't need them

The scent of petrichor

in my lungs

            Pain receptors,

            don't need them

The scent of verdure—

help me?

           endure?

Forget me

forget me

forget it

Salacious sanctum

devastation

Latrine to cleanup

Cleanup in aisle

c'est la vie

All customers are reminded

That

     that

          that

...

Reproach is given freely

in the lobby

Lobotomy is given at cost

for those

I know...

Blood—

we are all blood,

offal,

flesh,

ligaments

and sinew

with bones

to form us

into some making

of

a puzzle.

When alighting

from la vie

Be careful

to tip generously

Karma

or something

No karma

I've heard

Accuracy

In this land of

engregious

demonautoautootrocracy

A penny for a piss

A penny for your thoughts

Moneypenny

for your tauts

Welcome one

and all

for one

and all

to the garden

of delicious delights

Be careful

of course

because

the nymphs

they bite

and cover you

in sh

Ackles

of excess

Then the shame

rises inside you

like

balsamic?

acid

From the addendum

of your gut

Full of despair

and despised

by all

but not least of all—

You.

When you can't make

hide nor tail

of a donkey

And the garden—

is it full

of earthly delights

or

that one stage of hell

most seem to have?

Problems arise

when problems

are given names

Just as war

is given life

from the warning

and promise

of war

Even when peace

is met

with the sofa

of disdain

You sit on it.

Sink in it.

I want to

I want to

be

my own emotional

master

with a fire

that

fuels me

but I struggle

to understand

myself

Almost always

and I have doubts

about my heart

Almost always

Pain receptors,

don't need them

anymore

Don't want

to feel them

anymore

But I need

the bite

the b—

I'll see myself out

or should I stay?

Say

c'est la vie

Until I sink

to the bottom

beneath the cushions

of the sofa

of disdain

and disrepair

I can breathe out

the toxins

and feed

on the deliciou

SAcathing

satisfaction

of criticism

Soak up

the detritus

dine

on the dead

umbilical

Ubiquitous

the shame

Knowledge

is the pain

A dagger

that cuts

like the meat grinder

of

Of

...