Crawling around the outside of my life
To get it sorted
What the hell is this
And what's that for
Are murdered over and over
No effin' idea
'bout that appendage of need
******* noisily just there

Perhaps that's our purpose
Life is to **** the marrow
From the universe

Why am I so gross
And why does that feel like closeness
To the ****** polyglot of 'verses
Aching to bleed anywhere
In any appreciating mind
Lyrical sandwiches
are made of chapped lips
sutured to the *** of excitement
Do you not here the stars giggle

At us on sun's hoop careening round
well everything

begging the sunshine for rain