yeah yeah

think me my own Milton
trapped unborn
nailed down
splintered
sliced hanging on a
thread
my sanity
sinking through the planks

this very carcass
is living, breathing, lucid
orgasmic, a proper kiss
writing on paper
relieving fear
as if pressed
to know a real love
impressed
a proper brother
too true to express

living, feeling ecstatic breathing, though I sweat
make this my own way
my own grave
please disappear
but come again, lover
shredded zits
sleeping tears
happy to just be here
obviously


instantly
my sanity
appears again mercifully
I pick up the torn threads
bring them together
happily although
they were thrown around
disgustingly

hey there sister
let me sit
can I sit here
take my conversation
rattled petrification
lived and died here
never asking once
more than what was expected
yet your loves terrific
a real thrill
you make me love hectic
but still expectant for shit
obviously