Blood Tank Horror Show

i have understood the nagging night
the wailing scream of rubbish
as all the cells power down

they squeal the halting engine
a little smoke & drizzle
an oily ooze
the sputum guzzled up
from the tiresome depths

this i know
its a blood tank horror show
of collisions between
misery & mercy
love & some strange thing
that lurks below

in squeals the air—

oh. we’re breathing now
are we?

this refuse
someone once called
poetry

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