POEM – ‘No’

FRAGILITY THROUGH STERILITY
DON’T COUGH ON THE BABY
YOU’LL PASS ON YOUR GERMS
GERMS FROM THE STREETS
GERMS FROM THE FOIL.
GERMS FROM YOUR COLD TARRED HEART.
THE HANDS ON THE CLOCK MELT
TIME IS THE SHATTERED LUXURY OF YOUTH.
BUG POWDER DUST
YOUR BITCH MISTRESS ISN’T HUMAN
I CAN NEVER COMPETE WITH THE INJECTED PLEASURES
A CUCKOLDED WHORE IN VIRGINAL WHITE
WHILST THE OTHER FUCKS RED IN THE ORGIASTIC VIAL.
YOUR FINGERPRINTS ON THE NEEDLE
MY FINGERPRINTS ON THE TRIGGER.
SOMETIMES DEAD IS BETTER
NO POINT IN BEING HALF A PERSON.
THE HALF ON THE GROUND
THEN IN THE GROUND
AS YOU FLY ALONE, ABOVE, AS LOVE.

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