THE PYRAMIDS OF AFRICA



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

said i would bore you
and i did

said i would tunnel deep into dirt
and i am still digging

pile dirt on my corpse too
while I am still breathing

i miss the excitement of nothing
and the not having

water me
let the sun pull me from the ground