self is the ferris wheel on fire as the bolts break and metal collides flying up over the hills and is left, a boy watches on with cotton candy in hand
There is no word 'pleasure.'
A far form sits idly
Shape of man suits it best
A rock yearns to be pushed
leans against a tree
"You must help me,"
says the rock
The tree says nothing
"I need you to sway
lean into me
allow the wind it's way
my body yearns for the sensation
my uniquely lonely feeling demands"
The tree in silence, the rock continues:
"Because I am too heavy myself
the wind too weak"
as he speaks the wind blows
more strongly this time
Weak roots allow the tree the give
she shoves the rock,
who sighs in orgasm
"As the rain spills
from heaven to my head
it pours down my back
around my side
explores folds
soaks into the ground,
I still am discontented"
And so the rock leaves.
Drinking
In my room
Desperate to leave this hellhole of a house
I can't die now
Death won't redeem
Attempting undeath
Walking off hoping I don't come back
Roaming is easy
when there's no reason to return.
If I get hit, lost, or fall
It's done.
I am fulfilled in the nothing I achieved.
You'll be gutted, maybe
but all live on in passivity
to my dickless, heartless ghost.
Spirits aren't real
or I'd have been touched
by myself already.
You know it now,
you goddamned genius.
I hate the sun
I hate squinting because of the sun
It hurts
I knew your shade
I knew your eyes
I knew your face
I know your shape
As a dog remembers, I know you
A scent below my threshold
As a kid I stitched a snout not hurt
Here a goat screams silently
In hazy dusk I catalog
the faults in you I see
When light bursts through the morning fog
The blame falls onto me
Is my life even
When I'm so empty
That I can't even
Fetishize being dead?
What's it all worth
When living take nothing
When coasting is free
and nothing in me
On you, on top of me
Fourteen minutes I leave
to get a glass of orange juice
Cry into his arms
his pillows now he's gone
trip on his shoes
on your way out
Try hanging upside-down
Put a bucket underneath
let
tie your pussy to mine
leave to chill
cover with onion gravy
"get your hair out my mouth"
says she behind
"its not mine"
Teach sex moves to the blind
they say par for the course
but it's hard enough to find
a love i dont make up much worse
Lover, who harbours yours for me
The fog hangs thick over us
I search your sillhouette with mine eyes
Lover, will I find mooring
Hold me tight
Before I drift in open water
Lover, of whom in slumber do I dream
Awaken in my arms
Full years will never come
Lover, who doth need me
Pull off your robes
Yell, scream, for I'm gone aren't I?
His bluebells buried
alongside his corpse
Will carry his escence
into the wind
Fall silent my friend
you lived with me
Yet in years still
while your name is gone
Maybe to me you'll grow tall
as the Wye is wide
and you'll rise and glow
I'll take you along for my ride.
I'm self obsessed?
But what is there but me?
Nothing exists until I observe
I am the universe.
Need I contemplate your self
When the circuit is incomplete?
For when you are thought
I am not.
Is it really fair
When I'm breathing your air
That I don't want to?
Is it another I seek
Or am I just weak
At the knees for you unknowing?
I'm close
Teetering,
Grasping at ephemeral-
Words and meanings.
I'm a contact lens away
From impact
Into you and you
Don't see it
If I could remember seeing you,
Would we weep as one?
As our only draw
Was my crocodile's
For her eggs I am a vessel
Throughout vomit and through blood
I still can feel them wriggle
Come exploding out through mud
Those unsatisfied with crows
Fed up with being eaten
Enter your flesh!
Live in your mucus!
For no longer is it mine.
But yours, oh Sinuous Queen.
As Venus was a God,
let no man flush you out.
She's a lot closer in my head
I want her to be closer
Lay your head on me
Like you did when we were younger
Lean on me
And I'll accidentally lean back
But you won't notice
You're asleep right?
It's 2AM I'm fucking exhausted
but I'm listening to Car Seat Headrest
and delirium takes over
Let's have sex in my head
You wanted to right?
Shit, am I nuts?
I'm crying that I'm not.
Sick of Thursdays
they all add up
eventually split you down the middle.
Dude, I'm like that snake
that eats it's own tail?
Except I'm choking down my intestines
and tasting it's sweet ambrosia.
Sneeze depression
Effluvia of the Friday
stuck to my car window
wipers spread it longways
just enough for a taste
Can I get an amen?
Not even one?
Tear me up inside I can take it
I'm a fucking man, dick whole
green just ain't my thing
it's blue that I'm wont.
except wait I want?
because I'm not bursting
I don't even remember the lyrics
Don't try to wake me, baby
I'm the opposite of somnambulatory
Reddit, what is that?
Oh Normal? Get it.
Hit my head with a frying pan
I'm climbing up the pyramids,
but they're gone. What?