Imported from Asia the Italian
If the stomach is an annex to a violent sad perception the size of a sigh.
It is
a map
where you read pain, fears, and outward-facing inner turmoil.
Call it all bull shit.
My heart is
the most violent annex of all prognosis
It’s a map
read
bull shit
coordinate the sync.
I’m shore.
& I’m sure that
by your brain is a plan.
A kiss is the way to keep you.
to keep you sane.
I think maps
are fortune tellers for a quarter-?
on a boardwalk.
A way to show you the words
you’ll never say.
Don’t you?
K myself today?
Watch me on tv tomorrow? Write a poem in the afternoon? I’ve no interest in tv
Id forget us anyway.
But tonight I’d choose
to be tricked by the words you say. Tonight feels cosmic.
Final ending
upside-down Upsy-Daisy.
What’s formed in my head and
throat
comes out of my mouth and is waiting for yours
For the worst you come to me This is the only thing
that’s pure in my life
Pure. what we do
you and me
Not the universal me
I am too fucked to drink... too drunk to fuck and
just enough much drink
to be.
Fucked.
Cut my heart out like a tumor peel the scaly onion.
Swim for forever and a day
and
I press hips
my heart is doing flips
flips doing is my heart mine?
I kiss your lips I kiss your eyes I write to you in the darkness
Before the big sleep
I will sleep in your dreams Where you should be with me
From A to Z. In to end.
Again.
So here is another one.
