I refuse certain truths
not that I lie, I keep some words even from myself
so I can go on
In a surge I thought I witnessed
you come bubbling up again to the
cooling surface
but it was only the hydrogenated oils
that solidify and turn their hopes of peptides
into cooked up beings
helplessly you flee from me to the streets, to the sewer grates
spreading your arms pretending they can be wings
There are some nights
carefree revelry turns into a sickening carelessness
Could I get so bored I cared again.
slipping upward to the verge of a crimson-toned gash:
a mouth open, willing, with hygienic breath,
it is important to conserve a few pieces and parts, mostly the teeth
free again in innocence
spreading and spreading and nothing now without me
the hurt that is no where in particular
If you never speak to me again
I will never speak again
