Like a three-legged cat
found myself in a garbage can
rummaging through my mind
discarded cans a popsicle stick
hmm maybe a fourth-leg to fit
i don’t cry any longer
since i heard the life of a
great lyricist died a while ago
so now i live within the walls
of a calloused heart with a moat
of life’s jokes as shark’s teeth
i’m such a slut for life and now
i’m so high i don’t feel sad anymore
all these tears calcified within
the womb of a miscarriage:oh god
the afterbirth sings to me: “never
ask anyone to love you”
:: 09-01-2015 ::
E.P. Robles | Poetry 