i once read
in an urban dictionary
after you blow your load in a chick's face
you punch her in the nose
and the blood/jizz mix
will look like strawberry cheesecake
this morning
a crow with its left stump declawed told me
you must desire something
to survive
and i thought of body doubles
finite type of people in the world
and the ribbed cock of the pump shotgun
ceramic mugs
lungs
pay the utility bill
and a peasant on the side of my tea cup
the mind must work
says the television
look how much you've done
with eggshell and pigment
aside from lacking necessities
society resets capitalism every 100 years
by choosing not to know
you choose to be human
she said
and told me about the junkie
who shot impure blood out of the window
of the room where we once slept
containing 1000 kilograms or 12 people
sex by weight
nature paints the blueprint
and nurtures the key in high-flown words
and i look smug
knowing the value of polyphony
lost in the fractals of grass
and the inevitability of sleep