I must have done that this morning

Oil pulling

at my heart strings

of the new land

of the lost

No ship to sail

letters all drop

off the shelf

where I kept my

cliche’d heart

Stab in the dark

star of insomnia

television rifles chewing

me in my sleep

walking daydream

nightmare underwater

rusting deathhole magnet

polar opposite reaction

time for defeat

walk swiftly to the edge

then leap

Neon nothing

imitation of life

cheap substitutes

for substance

abuse