AFTER BLOOD

i'm fruit
taste sweet or is batty

a salad
you are mayonnaising

call me the angry distance
or fool you twice times twice

go
tell it on the moon

go
be a moon baby

go
fill the universe with hot air

never drag
your claws

across the chalkboard
of my best friend

you're putting your hands in the cement
because it is still wet

the ocean is wet

eyeballs

chestbrain

all of this and all of you and the great distance
that winds you into a killer curve ball

CRACK!

THATS WHAT A HOMERUN SOUNDS LIKE

and just be ok
with your void and the stars you will never see

they are beautiful
and it is more sad to watch them die