tremble ovarian

 societys last gasp

and chance to be something new

to grip and grasp the sphere that eludes

our fears and terrors

humanitys depravitys

the callouses callousness and muck

that shows our weight width and longevity

one last corpse reaching for the gears

of hopelessness

in rain toxic gasses and

hopelessness suppressing

our ever afters

into a dark shadowed closet

2: one last soft caress

one gentle tingly kiss

one last tear to drop

for all the emotion you've missed

one last ravaging hug

one last ravenous fuck

as if you're being mugged

and air has been oppressed from

the tinseling point of your crystalline lungs

as every drop of spit is a outburst of lust from your

velventine tongue

as every last sperm is ejected amiss into

the x womb abyss, clinging and clanging

knowing death plunging its way into life

with a porcelaine passion and nowhere to run

play doh well-molded drips sickly while out

in the sun

and every poet runs quickly with every passionless toungue

packed away in a parcel

as a racket and a midnight row collide

as if one

one last gasp of freedom

one last gasp

to error

• a someone