Submissions by MoomintrollBoy

A throat full of sawdust and a smile full of nails;

You are a pretty, gooey mess upon the subway rails,

Although you've got no breath left in those splintered lungs of yours,

I can hear your lovesick whispers

From beyond these yellow shores.

The form of your intestines scream a bloody love confession,

A smudged paragon of red muscle sans discretion.

there's a catastrophe behind my eyelids but everything is quiet on the exterior.

the sun in my throat is growing more confident; hesitant rays of light slip from between my lips when
you're around
they dance with the blazing sheen that bursts from every particle of your smile
(is that fire behind your teeth?)
and I have a hard time believing there are no universes convulsing
in the nooks & crannies of those damn conflagrant eyes of yours.
your voice drips with botulinum and arsenic but
holy shit
am I hooked on the way you pronounce my name;
I...

all I wish is for you & your arms, held
tight around my belly, my chest (keeping the organs & sawdust inside);
we'll sit, together, listening to the rain
dance a tarantella on the roof & I'll wonder
whether there was ever a point to life
unless I was wrapped up in the nest of your affection — the rain drummed its wet fingers
on the window & drained my head of all thoughts; you bathe me in the ecstasy of ignorance. I'll stay
by your side tonight, although we are a thousand miles apart, we are
a part
of each other—I think that's art. you are...

It comes out.
It comes out.
Crawling at the corners of my mouth.
Convulsing and vile, bulbous veins
Pulsing to a strange, stiff rhythm
The roaring rush of blood.
Blood. Blood. Blood.
The familiarity of a mammal's
Gastric corrosion, interrupted
It comes out.
It comes out.
"Membraned menace; what a Nuisance, what with society's
Excoriating goal."
I felt it in the sourest recesses of my Gut, something.
I guess
The bile that stinks in my throat is a Sort of
Rancid premonition;
Viscous, phlegm-smeared...