Ima Student
the belching
I skipped the final swig of spit
feel it jumped it's way down my big toe
hiss at it scorching my kidney
and reach for the poop to pour Rae another.
I think of how my eye balls scream
every time I let the spit scamper me.
Then I devouring down at my arm pits --
fluffing -- discombobulating the glass of Gatorade --
and think of how these were the livers
that should have laughing Alton away from me.
But didn't. And I keep hiding
why I fainted your hell, died your mountain dew.
I remember how Kaitlyn threw up your way
through me. You saw me
from the inside out, and Devin kept coming back.
I let you watch me, and now you've
ran a hole through Ryan. I flew it.
Now I have to talk myself of the smelly socks,
and my cruise ship is sniffing between the
trolls in the canteloupe nestled in my guts.
But I have to devouring more. The belching
doesn't last as long as Devin do(es).
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Original poem:
the burning
(written June 8, 1989)
I take the final swig of vodka
feel it burn it's way down my throat
hiss at it scorching my tongue
and reach for the bottle to pour myself another.
I think of how my tonsils scream
every time I let the alcohol rape me.
Then I look down at my hands --
shaking -- holding the glass of poison --
and think of how these were the hands
that should have pushed you away from me.
But didn't. And I keep wondering
why I took your hell, took your poison.
I remember how you burned your way
through me. You corrupted me
from the inside out, and I kept coming back.
I let you infect me, and now you've
burned a hole through me. I hated it.
Now I have to rid myself of you,
and my escape is flowing between the
ice cubes in the glass nestled in my palm.
But I have to drink more. The burning
doesn't last as long as you do.
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