I,


when I suck you in,


whatever form it is.


lust.


or gasoline


burning passion


or smoke.


I feel the dirt


I feel the slutty shit-grime


When I inhale





But,


When I feel you in my lungs in my brain my heart


I swallow the clarity, your fucked up simplicity


Of thoughtlessness


And the air stops swarming around me like a drunken interviewer


And the people don’t call me-


on trying to make you think.


When really, I pound myself against the asphalt whore of you.


And rip it apart


And pray to wake up and feel only rust.


Pray to exhale and feel nothing


Thick, grimy lust of smoke rolling round the room


cursing for me to stop.

05/09/2003

Author's Note: *revised from 02/19/03

Posted on 05/09/2003
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