I want to be flames and chaos.
Cities leaping out of my mouth disguised as consonants and vowels. VERBS
A religious deception of grand ideals, a limitless dilapidation of liberation.
Complete and coupled, dogs in heat, cock stuck inside; all swollen and red.
A ringing in my ears with nothing on my fingers. I stand up and wait to sit back down. I slink, I crawl, I jump and fall… children’s rhymes – rhythms of differing kinds. A jumbled fucking mess weighing down on my chest.
I have to stop. Demons drive.
