17 February 2012

soap

drill me in the mouth with a
bulldozer
i love hearing the back up alarms of big trucks

crush me

i was a little brother once
and do you know

i can hear you
sometimes

like when you raise your voice
and it is a bubble

or several bubbles
filling up and over filling your eyeballs

and hey
do you know where vision is

like i mean
watching blind spots
like
trying to see the void
like
i am going to touch the sky
and say or shout or
tell me again why i am a terrible waste of anything
run me over with your car
quit smoking
i am dead
i am dead
i am dead

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