her blooming figure gyrating
arcing, tilting, wilting above;
my tasting her secreting prose,
licking all the lines

that come
and go

like fallen petals hugging themselves
in moonglow spell,
lit with an aftercoil meld, blueblack waters stilled

i am dis.sociat.ing
bit by bit.
bug. stuck.
glitchy.
i will never love.
loveloveluvl0vel00v1.
i am coded to grow old alone.

1.  return to cocoon
2.  cut wings
3.  fade into the blue black

don't let me in.
i'm old scratched plastic cup, the color daffodil,
sitting overnight in the blue kitchen sink.

don't let me in.
i'm too far gone; i'm tightrope walker of leftover hairs
stuck inside the hairbrush on your nightstand.

don't let me in, ever.
my thoughts are caught inside themselves
where they play the role of both inmate and guard.

do not let me in,
you'll jus get hurt. seriously.

im a ******* *******
******* bastsrd ******* bastaed
*******

my thoughts are nintendo gray
iffy 16-bit graphics
fading into retro

blow on the cartridge
i still won't play

i
am
running
out of continues

salsa verde is on
like
all the things
all the time

yerp

i wanna roll her over
onto her knees
lick kiss **** drink her everywheres up
until she twitches real. hard.
and laughs that ohmyfuckinggodihavezerowords laugh

and then put it in
slow at first
then pound her till the coffee mug falls from the headstand and breaks
sense it swelling up and
glitch
inside her
with my eyes wide meeting hers
i will die again and again and again till i am dead