This
Is for the days when I become an oil spill
Too liquid for this skeleton to carry
So I pour myself into poetry
This is for
The rehab days
where I find myself living off the high of my last achievements
This is
For the days I hide in all places where your applause never finds me
The days where I reveal myself to a silent audience

Clap for me

For the days when I am a power-hungry god
Praise me
So I can feast on your amens
I am oil spill-made man
Watch me bleed out as I sew my heart to my sleeves
I can make a dam from all the sticks and stones that I’ve broken to put in these poems for
you to clap for me

Clap for me

I am spilt drink on a sticky floor
An overflowing bucket of water
hiccupping volcano

I’m tired of pouring myself out to you in hopes that you will finally hold me

Just clap

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From Magma 89, Performance

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