Mother's day.
Father's day.
After boosting having the strength to say no to volcano
trips to the edge of magma hutched blisses where everything burns and every punishment is unearned and trying to describe to the people you know how you strive to stay alive underneath their eyes when everything you say is a lie and the sky is inhabited by some over watch guy with a beard 'cause to leer is not enough, you've got to be strong enough, to spit the so called truth hurts with weird words and buzzed nerves with prayer and scare them into some kind of predeterminated werewolves. If you love enough, if you love enough. After boosting, to obey, belay that order, I still feel.
I still see what's turning the fucking wheels. I still need what y'all made unreal. I still will celebrate the considerate degenerate, what's cut off from generations, and killed off, without reason enervated. There is a reason: the season beginning again, treason called out without wings, even pigs can fly if you have the right thing to fling them through air, you can make a dumb bitch sing,
so I guess you had a catapult and a gentle
man to call a pup, so I miss you? I'll treat you like one when you act adult? So that's when I get to lease some ground in your heart? You like the idea of me, taking credit when other people see me. Please, you're garbage, and I'm only giving you the time because I have to slow down in between these lines. Was I baptized, I can't remember, why can't you? Did you entertain me to see what I would do? Forced lunches, yeah, I'll cook you something. How'd that bleach taste, mixed in with glue, and the hamburger meat,
that's what you are to me and I'm starving. Man, I wish I could fucking eat, but I'll wait. I'll wait. I'll wait. I'll fucking wait and I'll carve into my skin the date and hour and minute you pass away because you're not worth the time or even the fucking scars, I only put them on my face so I can smile tomorrow and remember
the business you are all about and what I know and 've known that's made life louder than it ever needed to be; if you want some love come up and see how I'll open your eyes and strap you to a chair and come meet every last one of my motherfucking teeth while I take to the soles of your feet alligator clips connected to my trucks god damn battery. You see the season is on it, You wanted it so own it. Kick him out of the nest to land on his neck with no damn wings. It's not a sonnet and I wish I could put a bonnet on it, but dawns upon us: All I have to do is out live your soul.
and with my bared hand
put dirt on the hole.
