Is love for my body,
House heritage, Frank Zappa, heavy drinking,
What we do best /
Form necessary detainee /
Is hurting me.
Born always in style,
A cheap price, chart-topping,
Always suicidal to love you
Your personal shopper always available to
Easily annotate and organise your /
Bookmark this it’s good.
In our apocalypse epoch
Your tissue is my tissue we grew together,
Or did this organ become mine as I became yours
Thrust, cut, entangled by a surgeon’s blade
To replace a damaged part or compensate?
Did we promote fusion
Or did we fuse?
Getting shorter, burning, let it be singled out and removed,
Punched, burned but failed to detonate.
You remember Barbara J. “money is love”
@ Hollywood, Nascar, Dan Geer, brokers and bankers.
I remember Fred Dungan “money is no good”.
It is what it does, like love
It does not rest in the hands of the thirsty.
My throat aches, blistering dry
So much so I cannot speak
Two as different as day as night,
I see the sun amidst the stars.
Video this, it is not spam, uncertain engagement,
Discourse and desire.
Standing pressed against the wall
I knew you were Keyser Soze /
The face available to greet them
Facebook, face facts, face me
I see it, anthology of science fiction.
Falling to earth when it is accessible by the footpath,
Our linked arms are torn off
Yet even now I feel you.
Far from death yet sufficiently similar to the pseudo
Past is a prologue, grotesque animal sculking
In a foreign country lurking behind the sunrise.
/And in its eyes you see / how completely wrong you can be / the sun is out.
First to go, abstract, dare me 13523km and I will /
No one ever wins in this script
Furthest, hardest, fastest / superlatives,
I am crushed.
This ancient playground blue and beautiful
Becomes heavy lead, poisoned broke and insane.
I am robbed hours, dreams, memories thinking of thinking