Nocebo

Don't wait, I'm coming... Hide your time in me Those puzzling limbs... Bulldozing and bloated with uncertain careless emotion Childish and grandstanding to humiliate, alienate, make strange this friendship and corrupt contentment Every wedding a funeral Birthdays in black Men living off the bone in red soil... In difficult phrases, I journaled my love for you You, sculpture in winter (Casket speech, languid tune) Virtuous before stampedes of entangled strangers Droves of people pushing through themselves to see you Cameras on their necks, shooting wildly Basking, worshipping, overwhelmed and terrified Infinite patience, charm, bravado Full chested, bolstered and cradling depths of grief You, that only blue, deep, yearning, sobering, forgiving Slithering on volcanic crumb (A multitude of rainbow rock) Oleander fields to sprawling nude highways Don't wait, I'm coming... Hide your time in me