We Have Perfected The Art Of Not Talking To Each Other Poem by john tiong chunghoo

we have perfected the art
of not talking to each other
suckerface

we reach out to each other
only in telepathy
sending hell to each other

and when we do pass each other
it is more than
a graveyard can hold

the coffins overturn with
their untold tales and lies

each grave, chilly and quiet,
gnaws at the soul like worms
festering on the privacy of corpses

tidal waves churn in places
only the inhabitors know where
devilish corals, fangtooth,
blobfish, stonefish, sea wolves,
vipers, snakeheads, granadiers,
slimy slippery monster eels
suckerface


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we have perfected the art
of not talking to each other
suckerface

we reach out to each other
only in telepathy
sending hell to each other

and when we do pass each other
it is more than
a graveyard can hold
suckerface

the coffins overturn
with untold tales and lies

tidal waves churn in places
only the inhabitors know where
urchins, sharks, seasnakes, devilish
corals, slimy slippery eels
suckerface

each grave, cold and quiet,
gnaws at the soul like worms
festering on the privacy of corpses