The many times I’ve
tried to court reason –
She’s always taken
back her words, or, lied.
We have no idea who
the thieves stealing our nightmares are,
no motive, but worst
of all, like suicide bombers, they’re amongst us,
and whatever security
we thought we had in dreams, is gone…
We are not being
terribly organized, this
distance to
abstraction, or lyric myth
Why is intimacy
required in a relationship?
born naked we put on
a lot of clothes,
and curious, take
them off with laughter –
I’m not even part of
this machine, man
A surface want,
teeming with silence, deaf
Holy-moly sphincter
elaboration
The dents in my
fucking body, man