about nothing in particular
I need to learn new words,
so I can destroy you properly.

I know you
want you
you have this semblance
so you can at least not
lose everything.

because you always had that which was the most erotic
the most pleasant
the most pleasing the most forward the most open the most soul
fang
bearing
slop that it was that i had to give
my words
vocalizations
dismembered quotations
they wrap around your lips and sit on the edges of upturned corner grins
so simple
such a potential for sin
when i was not the happiest
at least
i mean
not what i could be
but still the levelheaded bliss
of someone content to just wash your dirty laundry-
i had only humming there.
so
maybe in order for an artist to be someone
they must always be alone
they must always just intone
they must always just keep talking drinking smoking writing playing fucking messing
messing
less
and lessening
i should just turn those dream machines off......
i should just kick the words to the floor.