every inch of your flesh
is a seraphic encounter.
consecrate me.

glass goliaths steal food from the poor without voices
to feed fat pockets.
eat the rich.

you let him *******
because before it felt metaphysical
but now fantasy has worn
and you're left with only flesh
and mechanics and the stench of sweat in your bed.

romantics aren't welcome in the hedonist's head;
you're nothing to him but his right hand.

i sink into you
like a prehistoric beast in a tar pit.

what can we do about things
beyond our control?
make noise!

i heard that the first truth of psychoanalysis is that
the only thing worse than not getting what you want
is getting what you want
but **** that i still want you.

children racing
on their bicycles. somewhere
war in a colonised land.