i wish
i could
tear myself
open
&
graffiti
my
own
organs
in hissing
black spray paint
write:
'fuck love'
upon
my
heart
'drink up,
sons-of-bitches'
on
my liver
'keep yr
ashtray full'
on my
lungs
'why budge?'
on
my
brain
'the soul
is
bullshit'
on
my
colon
but
instead
i
graffiti
these
outer
pages
which'll
definitely
outlast
my
innards
but not
really
this
whole
universe
is
something
between
a
nightmare
&
a
wet dream
unsubstantial
as
god