locked in my room & nevercomingout!!
feeling hopelessly giddy and
downright sick
yeah hopeless
this stranger in my body sucking down menthol
that's who impressed you SO MUCH
not like when you tore up your throat for me.
i mean, nothing can compare to that - but you
know,
with science, calibrating your washing,
machine
boiling water for the instant noodles,
and what have you.
what good is it to me Being Smart?
i tried to make you a rock garden
three weeks and it didn't grow an inch well
maybe i'm not
so smart after all.
I've got half a mind to trade it all in for hollow
bones
knowing how to fly now there's knowing
something.
imagine having anscestry
i want to be 100th generation
bloody mess
between some predators teeth
no legacy to claim but writhing & moaning
on the forest floor.
not just an end to the means of an imperfect
evolution
that's made me thin-skinned
prone to wires and occasional demented
notins like
leather pants.
being sick makes me transcendent, string of
polymers
and chemical bonds inside flesh and
reprocessed nylon
not like book-learned fury or Superstardom,
they can take those away from me,
but descent into madness is All Mine.
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