JON RUSESKI

 

HERE I AM 
Willing to be ruined
By love
If it means love
Ruined me
If in the end we look like Carthage
No matter how many skulls I’ve seen
Death still isn’t as real
As the blinking lights
That don’t fit in my head
Machines are flawed
So are good people
When do I become happy
With the holes
In my cave
Only big enough
To see through?

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HERE I AM 
Dressing myself in petals
I want our lives
To be like a film
Not people
At a bar
Talking about a film
A new gender
Performed by those of us
Who are clouds
We are all idiots
After sex
My shirt draped
Over the back
Of a chair
Reminds me
There is a word
For loneliness

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HERE I AM 
There is another type of light
When the birds call and you haven’t slept
The way an empty glass feels
Numbers become hilarious
There used to be the same feeling in all the stores
But now you can’t find it
Beauty is something anyone can own
It takes other people to tell you how you feel
Sun, come later, I’m trying to sleep

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