The refrigerator light blinking like a strobe.

I’ve lost all of my best friends, 
to all those wars up in my brain.
And all of my voices, 
play like broken records.  
That humming you’re hearing, 
is just air through my organs.  
I’m figuring quickly my jaw is simply arthritic, 
the noise that i’m spilling- just a creak in the attic.
That movement in me, you think that you’re seeing, 
is just all-backwards, just me splitting.
You know that girl that I’m kissing,
yeah shes keeping me beating.   
My heart I am meaning,
i know my footwork is lacking.
So i keep the refrigerator light blinking like a strobe,
while the twelves turn to fours.
While the “may I”s become moans,
as the teeth tear at throats.”
Today’s clothes torn,
are tomorrow returned to their stores.
It’s quite lucky,the return policies on those dockets, 
are so flawed. 
 

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