Weird Vein
A poem about pears that won't turn out blue.
When the day goes on too long
You tap into the weird vein
And let the other, defective jugular
Bleed out as it stretches towards the horizon
To cue the brutal, boiling music.
By this point you must be hungry
Temple pressed against the canvas
Drooling solvent onto yesterday’s work—
No wonder you’re tired when
The day goes on too long
And you slip into the weird vein
That covers up whatever crusted cerulean
Didn’t do what you would’ve liked it to do.
The pear won’t turn out blue
When the day goes on too long
So you must cut into the weird vein,
Into the dreadful, salted name,
And there it is, it’s smooth—the shade
That fits your worst the most.
At the end of the end of the end,
The weird vein cracks itself open
So let it tap
Into the rotten core of what is true
Until you bleed it clean—
It feeds on you.
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