Three Years
Poem
The weariness shows,
Time now slows, and life cripples
Autumn lets out a sigh
Incubating Ice
Shelter all the loneliness
Anesthetize me
Our copulation
Rain puddles that we drowned in
This budding tension
Fresh, Lush, and Depraved
Beer spit into empty streets
From Alley Rooftops
Tar pits once again
My eyelids will decompose
The futile flowers
Ice now in my lungs
Liquor in my trembling veins
Endless and endless
Cold tranquil forests
Melting through the snow of you
Take away my day
Once more the hot tar
Once more the setting summer
Another year lost
Life drops from branches
I write more suicide notes
But wont buy a gun
Dead men found in Ice
Next to your feelings for me
I hate you, you bitch
Weeds grow from my floor
At least something is growing
As I only shrink
The sun burns dearly
And I shall burn with the sun
Beneath the charcoal
more by T. Mapley
photograph by Jeremy Ricketts
