Destitute
A Poem

I manage to kill all the symptoms except the ones I left.
This vaccination of events hasn’t made any of us immune Stellar coping mechanisms write shit out of the woodwork and then go around passing notes that people wipe their noses with Figuring on the speech on the endemic attitude towards co-opting salvation there is small tic ticking about the nervous and those who shouldn’t be I don’t even know what my gods think anymore if they’ve been unplugged But instead of making acoustic jokes the body of a bell swings hard at the head and you’re supposed to think there’s something in your hands
J.D. Harms 2020






