MIKE


wash off
slow me
where the push
& prick
& cloud of blood
i does
tricks
for the lick muscle
we are infant deserts
my side
hurts
i too am afraid
of killing myself
of where i
left
the keys
to another hour
hum
pump
i do work
i do
nothing
waste
energy
you make
shit
& then what
& then where
do your children's
children's
children's
children's
it's crazy
it's a
wonderful
new goner
load blow
i
sawry
i
put my lips
on ice
yr lake
a neck
peel bark
feel muscle
want
or is dying
i breathe
for them
a universe
drowning
in my skinny
pray on
loose hope
for she
& she & she
haunt
or life is just
so meaning