my poem got rejected
So I can share it again.
Make me God,
of flesh and mud
I'm a fool, I'm the hanging man,
the blade, and the heart; the pain
is mine.
Comets and solar flares, fingers,
torch my sins; make ash
of my many skins. The wall
you touch is thin.
I want to be empty like cobwebs
all around metal bones, the hollowness
of your head; my teeth on the floor.
But you're rotten. You're
dead. You do nothing for me.
