Tuesday, August 3, 2010

the name of this poem is fuck you

i’ve scourged a patch

with my pissing.


my lungs,

in this case,

are just as bad as cancer-

eat and kill

the host

yeah,

chew yourself to death.


take a smell

the three august raindrops

are cooking on the asphalt,

the whores of the used surfaces

scrape, rake


sepulchre.


i don’t want this

to be another lesson.

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