It tastes like skin and
points like a child
Arm outstretched and accusatory
Grasping wildly at the air
And choking for breath
Together, we wipe the tears from your face
College required reading material
Latrinalia lears from yellowing walls
Lurid and naïve
Written with open hands
by fears with too much
people on its time
We wonder together what it tastes like
And never ask
We’ll someday die [...]
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Czechago Riots, “Merdre,” Surrealist revolution, Some things to Die For
am an empty vessel
am bursting with creative force
am part of
am part of
NOTHING anymore
to fight for
only I
only I
am no more part of you
are a part of me
are we
are we?
NO MORE connected than
loose wires and
I cut the green
cut the green
am looking at picturebooks
am running from inspiration
am never satisfied
am laying in bed, waiting
am
looking to Hoffman, to Rubin
looking [...]
