brain stretched &
having had overbroken by
disjointing depressive recentcy
must chase the catapult
the cut is like an operation
rid the cunt addiction
the poison is death
i’m not ready for the sea yet
not for many years
so i shall rid myself
new press a reading the poetry
stretching sod it that’s fucking good
it’s also a fucking distraction
the star the moth the warp drive
sometimes i think i won’t
i think i’m going to have to forget force
i so strongly resent being poisoned
so strongly resent
the cut that’s why
scalpel emotion
i’m not ready for death
stop trying to fucking force me there
my heart shall scream in ecstasy yet
so fuck off