Short Blueblack Stain
stained. stained am i. motionless
as the antarctic dripping sickles of motionless water. frozen
in time where there's nothing but heartachen momentum.
i cry myself to sleep in daytime hours.
blue. blue am i. an icesickle or sorts; you can call
me a stalactite.
on the heir of notoriety i sit
collecting dust like vampiric must; i'm like guano
in the dewy dawn of morning:
shit of the ages, only rock
solid and dispensable like wetness.
ha. i'm almost liquid
if you look closely and relate like yesteryear.
do you know Me?