I am foolish
to expect
an us
to emerge
out of us

and I am
too stupid
to be able to
express
what I want
as anything less vague than
you

and I am
an idiot
to hope
that you
are foolish too.

spinning whilst ripping
piercing it's way through

my dreaded fate dripping
sovereign blood on you

clogged, congested, compressed
our hearts need augurs now too

in order to wash away the
horrible things that we do

to ourselves