By Thomas Hannah
I cant continue like this
slowly eroding in my bed
winch my gutted carcass
up to an iv doctor
I’m too tired & sick of the illness
I feel like anaesthesia
doctor
like Lyme disease
history
when you exhume me
interpret my hieroglyphics
tell the world what my scars say
I destroyed everything that touched me
I was young for a while
& woke up old overnight
I induced this coma
backed into a corner
surrounded by a half circle
of weekend friends
armed to the nostrils
ready to exploit the blow to my head
spoon this knife charlatans
I’m a pinata
full of darkness
once broken
I’m a monster behind the laughter
& amnesia’s lost it’s flavour
I love you
Did you know that?
Thomas J Hannah is a poet from Sydney Australia. His work often tackles themes of tragedy, hedonism and the human condition. He is currently working on his first full length release.
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