Don't waste your time by spending it on purchases. Buy into a different cycle of destruction and choose a different target as you swing the barrel away from your temple and swig a shot of spirit back into that divine engine. Your refrigerator is running and laughing, so full of life and dead bodies. Get your fill while you can. Vegetarians, Carnivores, and Omnivores all are welcome to the party of the Omnimals.
Wednesday, July 16, 2014
Love Past This
Did not love the love I had. Slipped it on in mornings
and walked sleepy-eyed into the bathtub that collects my bathwater.
Daily soaking, scrubbing, and watching my self drain
down behind the floor. Imagine identity invented under simulated rain,
simulated stimulation, a simulation of cleansing, renewing. Still the same.
Disappointed. Cold. Shivering replacing shame and a standing upset, dragging a towel over goosebumps, I cannot command. The lump of existence, the thought of existing
genuinely among and to the animated corpses of the acting corps, chilled to the marrow
I run for the blood. As if running itself will be energy enough to boil the toxic in me
if only to purify partly.
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