I’m out the fates
eating berries drinking poison.
a romantic died a
jaded man arouse I feel like destruction.
I need to curse,
it allows for vulgarity, too much to love you.
I gave a ghost I ate
a hearse like mythical magicians. never a greater friend, so many eating
remorse, as forgetting goodness. hear it in guts, drums from Africa, I bled
with a Zulu.
so much easier to
die so hard to live like a mind-bending-exosphere.
too much apostasy,
like hating meaning, I chunk a naïve self—thrust through a sword hanging a
spine bled the fuck out.
Love watching,
never in mind a class A romance. so candescent eating asphalt like a deadman
came to join the Masons.
thirsty for
medicine our society anti-pain while not many are growing.
hospitals filled
like mazes, too many on Thorazine, I became rapture in a snake.
most are
poly-amorous at ecstasy mid-nights, today was meaning in emptiness.
if I adore plus
balling plus high—would you live for me?
so unconscious
such sullen beasts, so fucked out, I accept everything!
a man searching as
rolling front-streets as hoping for deluxe fries. so angelica so artsy too much
to disbelieve; an arid wind, a cutting leaf, stuck in sadness.
come cook with me,
have children with me, look inside to find me.
an aura bleeding.
to see the truth. people often can give a fuck.
