THE PYRAMIDS OF AFRICA


i rank joints by flexibility

plug my thumb deep into the ear cannal


shit daily

what is gone, is gone, is gone
but i miss you now

with arms of wind and blowing glass
bits
the edge and angle of my knees keeps
creeking
to fuck and feed and sleep
i am going to believe this burried you
is growing
pile dirt on my corpse too
while I am still breathing

water me



let the sun pull me from the ground