i'm crowded with strangers
that seem to want to fuck me. did i say yes
i must've. they creep in.
we are all soulmates.
remain, and love, love, love.
fuck me, and suck at it. i give you permission,
devil worship, only because
you're already doing it.
apathy quite reminds me of
how i mourn after my machine gunnings.
where are they now? the curtain, ever unveil?
they are shells. they
could be anywhere. this is
a war-torn country.
which could be useful one day- you never know
when you might need nightmares
to shit all over you and everyone you know.
if you are to pass on this apple,
i suggest a second opinion.
i will not judge you for choosing the fruit.
let the birth
of forests/factories/new formations slip
from your seductive mouth-
a tiny fire, all red and blue and prickly-
test trial of touching- colors
awkwardly developing- utterness
losing itself only in itself- ready,
as i am, to be more of a moon
and less of a planet- eternal ripple.
it's okay. everything is okay.
come to. come to. come to. come to.