SADNESS DOES NOT REQUIRE AN AMBULANCE

by Jeremiah Walton A poem written from the perspective of a dragon A poem from the perspective of a dream A poem from the perspective of someone playing pretend so hard it becomes real

( All my ghost ships are real and the stars glued to the ceiling are more radiant than any

constellation ) A poem from the perspective of Twitter about the hairless apes squawking A poem from the perspective of a noose that doesn't want to be tied, doesn't want blood, but knows its purpose A poem written by a drunk text message to the wrong number A poem from the perspective of a mute vegetable with the knowledge there's a bomb coming A poem written from the perspective of a pacifist gun at a school shooting A poem written from the perspective of the moon during the sloppy American kiss A poem from the perspective of a hilarious super nova

A poem from the perspective of the sun when the earth is clotting instantly in his fingers A poem written from the perspective of a wound The masthead of the personified heart is a reproduction how to guide. This people peopling shit has gotten old. Can't sleep, can't wake up Getting excited for being alive is exhausting In a poem written by Gravity about his job, Humans probably wouldn't be mentioned.

PART TWO If our bodies are Eden, when comes expulsion? If our bodies are holy there will be snakes. The masters of Death are in this room. Death is a cheap cigarette or the emotion of terrified mystics or how you'd react to a mom letting her five year old smoke.

"Hello patch of irregularity

you must burn." A poem written from the perspective of human skin that prints upon itself every word the mouth it covers speaks We mix into the regularly obsoleting bomb of memory.

If we personify history, he or she would be a demented nursing home resident shitting itself We personify nature and act like we're adopted. A poem written from the perspective of what humans evolve into a couple million years from now A poem written by what took our place as the dominant invasion in pocket lint web of organisms.

PART THREE A poem written from the perspective of an aquatic horse which sometimes surfaces to mate with land horses A documentary of a poem read too deeply In there there's a poet laughing his ass off

like an idiot.

( deep wells don't necessarily have water ) - ( A poem in perspective I wrote myself into perspective This projected ego crap is rusting in the smear of dragged footsteps So here I am a naked bullet's shell. The gun found the moment you realize you just want to yell and crash

your grocery cart into the aisles and other shoppers ) [ REMOVE OR

KEEP? ] -

PART FOUR If I was responsible for the sun rising every morning We would have a fucked up sleeping schedule. Sunrise, go to hell. Moon is better in company. I've been getting high with her and writing dreams for the morning. They taste sour scripted, a mouth full of wet bear fur but they are safer like comforts of a school guidance counselor. So we fuck like angry thoughts crushing smiles, and awkwardly laugh together when we wake up, hating each other so much.

PART FIVE A poem written from the perspective of the chair a girl was chained to for 12 years A poem written from the perspective of the blank wall in front of her A poem written from the perspective of her ears when she heard her neighbor's ignorant piano

PART SIX Art rosary-ed around artists' throat A poem from the perspective of those who are content with what they know.

PART SEVEN These poems are written to provoke emotion to make you feel something. Imagery is what I hope to pull off necessity's tongue to convey a heartbeat a somber sign of death a clip of a kiss a funeral you can't forget a country you can't forgive a bullet spent and stripped an act of bigotry life is your victim death is your bitch worth is home-made bread and you have yet to face expulsion.

Go light bombs with your tongues.

Sincerely,  

Gatsby’s Abandoned Children

& Nostrovia ! Poetry   

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