cadavers

a future teacher

i am constantly hiding traces
this summer air
makes my brain

melt
sludge
like sex

in the night haze
and no-one suspects a thing

stolen blankets
sucking thumbs

realistically, a suicide mission
my karma
turns me into

mud
blood
fire

drown in the heavy-set
liquid

lungs are concrete
eyes are
misguided

missiles set on flesh
only cadavers sleep/cadavers only sleep

where do i
fit in?

my
father's laugh ricochets inside
my
skull

it's a pale echo

we are our own enemies and we die fighting ourselves, never each other
respectable men perish like dust