I am my own virus
My own self eating destruction

I can neccesitate my own
genetic afterglow like flowing
paper dolls,
oh well

after all its only
dramatic inquiry

and...

a pitted gray resolution.

Is this relation with
my cousin I see
in skywalks looming between
tall steel girders? i feel cased
in glass
and I cave in
as i delete
my self revilement
falling into a blond exterior

the slow drumb
beat is reserved for when
I actually death the
bleeding flesh wound
of my next meal, victimize

07/14/2002

Posted on 07/14/2002
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