Poetic Interlude… Eyes and Emptiness

Eyes and emptiness
The clock sucks seconds
Minutes
Hours
This week I lost down the sofa
In a back pocket somewhere
A month gone musty
A year screwed up at the bottom of a bag
Like a forgotten receipt

Heart pumps liquid
Lungs breathe air
Wet
Hot
Jolts of panic like fireworks
The rattle of bullets in a ribcage
It was a heart and now is a gun
In rapid fire
Shoots me full of holes

I’m leaking everywhere
Losing minutes
Seconds
Hours
I lose a lot like this
Little pieces, gobbets, chunks
I’m scraps tied together by lost seconds
Edges fading fast into nothing but
Eyes and emptiness
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