existential sickness by Mj Taylor

 

all the boys here
got no one
to go home to
even if they do.

bellied up
over their glasses

eyes stained with
hi-tech porno,

bird in
their throats
haggard crow.

all suffering from
a mutual sickness
of existence :

a dismay in knowing
exactly what tomorrow

will hold.

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