i am my own microphone
hello, is this thing on?
wonderful, *******
vegetable
lying on my couch

on my bed, naked
rolling over on top
of the invisible  bump under the
covers

time's my own ghost
drop down the bombs
drop down the time bombs
something
ticking
down
slowly
like
me

work it, time to rip apart the
******* vegetable like it's my
own skin when I'm bored
there's no meaning, to this, juxtaposed reality
i'm just sorry it kills you
sorry it kills me
to say that I need you
to say that I want you
to know that i I wonder
will you
ever
ever
never
ever if
i would
i could
i would
take my heart
rip it apart
(would you like this?)

no body fits into me
screaming
gleaming with a face
so young, so old
grow old together
naked as i was born
unremembered
drugged
take me as a gift
as i wallow through the **** and mud and blood
all over the place it's all over the place
and exploding endings take their place in hell or heaven or
some distant Elysium
wonder if i had it in mind to tell you
so stupid, so sorry
once again again
i rip the ******* vegetable
like my skin when I'm bored
there's no ******* meaning to this juxtaposed reality
just all this pouring **** mud and blood all over me