my self, two seconds before this moment
I am going to kill a singular person
my death athlete, picked last
heaving like my pudgy buddy
my double act, I loved him
That is to say, tolerated him
a cliff or a raw wire hanger taking him out
Out of the bright, airlines streak money above us
chemicals turn us gay, this victim of mine
we’re in that sexless mirage, our blank oasis
he and I introducing each other at parties
“Oh yes, the flame is always alive
Tomb of the Known Soldiers, he and I”
I watch him distantly on a sand stage
galloping in place, my double for a horse for glue
soon I’ll kill him but for now, I’m letting my self go
dancing, sort of erotic, over there, looking like an idiot
Ode to living with me (thanks for that :) )
Everyone is fucking me on the internet
It’s over now, that orgy, I’m dazed
Porny the birds sound, even the twigs jiggle
Fleshlike, I have shower curtain eyes
Abject soil from the Planet of Me stains my useful items
Socks, bath basin, squished cushion, lip skin on glass
You really are the only one who doesn’t fuck me
You, living among the Forest of My Residue
for that I am grateful and resentful, sorry
Suspicion hangs off me, Stank of My Lily
cuck chair
after Ye
This ring that I hold was a gift from my dad
It symbolized my gift to God, the repression
of every desire to touch another person
The cheap silver stained my finger sickgreen
It broke from me chewing too often on it
“You better bark like you want it”
I’ve heard, recently, you should speak during the Act
person needs to know you haven’t gone mute
you haven’t fallen asleep or fallen into a coma
you still possess a conscious experience
I’ve never really given up on purity
I swear it’s going to work this time
God is a dog in reverse
a dog has God’s best intentions at heart
at heart, I am allowed to touch someone
and remain untainted from their touch
Fanfiction
Jesus wept
on account of the joke I made
Latino guy with TERF bangs
Tiny white wisp infection all over
the fun summer, I’ve been meaning truly
to point out–going totally unaddressed.
This is the law of my allergies, see
my sleeplessness, my unradiance, look,
my time on the bike, my crashing-watch-out!
-into-the-car-door, my time-off-the-bike,
my on-again-off-again-on-again
off-again-on-again-off-again-onness.
Oneness after all became our goal, just
right before the school year starts up here
leading me to our dear muchacho, now
stop, no pointing, not with as much as one
glance or tap.
Signals and signs, you whispered,
once upon my earlobe, signals and signs.
Your wisdom, yes, I keep it nestled on
receipts I keep for meals I keep coming
back to when they are a great deal over,
I keep passing the buildings that had them.
