CHOKE ON

fling my normal hands at same sky

say say i am singer walking abt joggers

into a dethdance

feed me

to grow like a fat walrus

scalding tusk brush

thicken up my rump

& rippling hipcheek

a blob but a man

but still a blob

i am swallowing ice cold sea salt

w/ too many ice cubes

bodies of a billion dead things

make me rich

add flour & butter & disease

or just disease

or justin is a disease in my named brain

like i am this person

who was named this name

has this life

& will die

someone will bury me in the dirt

& that will be that

& then i write a poem

abt everything else