thick, solid bone
leading to the slender shoulder of her

teeth, and soft, moist lips
grazed up against this solidity
with hands sliding from her back
to her hips
pulling her in
and pulling her out,
like the mysterious void
within a black hole

every thing Is

everything is Not


her shoulders
sway like the ocean
as mine do the same

like two moons

like two seas

like two worlds

like Gods


wet teeth, tectonic
slide down to her breast

gravity, it seems
possesses my hands
to grab her by the hips
and lift her up


her legs, like the Oroboros
wrap around my waist

and I am devoured
and she is devoured


a sailors ship:
a clavicle
a lovers hips:
the raging seas


and her wide, wild eyes;


Death


so I drag my lips

bear my teeth

and let out a moan

which is thick

and solid




which both loves and laughs
at death



Mmm,
I love that clavicle

I love,
the taste of death

I love to prove
I have an infinite breath


Oh what a dream

Oh what a dream

I sit here and type
while
the sounds of alcohol
dribble in
through the netting
of my screen.
The pseudo-intellectual noise
of the painfully stupid
absolutely
infiltrates.

I sit here and type
while
I wait
for the camel to burn.
For his blue feet
to go up in
small,
mighty embers.
Resisting their
ultimate
culmination.

I sit here and type
while
my cat blinks at the
iridescence of nothing;
glinting
in it's
all-encompassing
emergence.
The invisible fields;
designs of the
archaic.

I sit here and type
while
realities flatten
in lives
everywhere.
Tragedy unfolds
upon more
tragedy;
leaving no
survivors,
no triumph.

I sit here and type
while
the Oroboros
eat their own tails;
solidifying their
eternal return
and
cyclicality.
Serpents,
in movements
of blindness;
displaying their
ever-lasting existence.

I sit here and type
while
domesticated peoples
everywhere
bypass the phenomena
that is,
our humanity.
Giving in to
temporal compression;
eyes bandaged.

I sit here and type
while
nothing in particular happens.
The terminally mad
go mad,
the desperate prisoner
remains imprisoned,
the lipstick stains
the mouth
and we all
go on,
as if we weren't
the wiser.