Hoo M Eye

He is out in space.
He is burning, burning,
like a black comet through this place
so large it is nearly nothing.
He is nearly nothing.
He is a star,
a raging cluster of flames
that you think you can point out
from lightyears away,
but he’ll be extinguished
long after the rays
have had their chance to
reach your way.
He is absent today.

Particle rot
and the taste of stale pot
drift as quiet as cancer
through the mind that he’s wrought.
His head is a ghost town parking lot
but even the ghosts have vacated their spots.
He is everything you’ve ever forgot,
and has a heart as warm as skeleton snot.
He is the opposite of hot
and as cool as your best friend’s suicide plot.
He’s the type of love that can be bought.

He is the distance
between two longing hearts,
and the separation
of two lover’s arms
as they are pulled unwillingly apart.
He’s uncharted charm,
and the lack of an alarm
for a bomb tick ticking
that can’t be disarmed.
He is internally harmed.
A building held together
at the base with yellow yarn.
He is prepared to collapse
like an old wooden barn.
He is buried in bones
on planet slaughter farm.

Hoo M Eye

Nathan Emery

Joined September 2009

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