Media is us
news is
to taste
may I
offer you
my insistence
take and shove
seem handy
now
and you're
on the other side
of my lens
so

Here's the gin
as if poured
quickly in
an empty skin

A second's wake
across inher-
ited cake
my face icing's take

swirls yesit swirls
girls girls girls
are behind all
hold my soul, twirl

sweet are you my
would you be my
could you be my
somebody better

find me ahm not um
all them things or
jus' some kinda ***
or even on the run

considering some
will be thinking
from inside
and others not

I roll over
give my soul
a comfy cot
call you a snot

blather
a lot
specially
if you're hot

I relinquish today
and all days
boring as that sounds

I serve up
a quietness
that will eat

and I take
you with me
to hold

you wonder
about that
and I insist

You accept
that
and make ready

If only
that which graced me
would save me

Driving this inebriated body around
thinking about how that sounds
in your  head in your bounds

Do you leap up at
What do you leap up at
Is leaping up still a thing in you

Turn, do you have a turn
will you take a turn at this
ode to the things in the way

yay, they are us, we are one
holding on for dear life
that opposition you see

me falling away grasping at you
while you ask why do I run
and I am here *** falling away

The fields we can't detect
except with the heart
are occupied
paying sorrow backwards
thinking the past can hear
and time is an involuntary
oof