vanishing air

i wrenched my neck
yet my nerves didn’t
lay bare any reaction.
got my father’s samurai
slashed my bug-ridden
and it just rolled in the shrub
with my eyeballs rolling with it.
not even the books i’ve read
exhilarated my vertebrae
nor the melody i’ve hummed
brought back memories of puberty.
i ate and driveled
and got drunk
but my wits remained obscured.
the expression of my
dirty vocal chords
didn’t speak of love
nor anger nor misery.
not even farewells
moved me to tears.
then there was i.
staring at the comet’s
blinding light
it bursted!
and then…
tiny pieces of voices.


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