The Strange Life of an Organism
I look up, and stars come into focus. What are they?
I consume, consume, consume, the protein of other creatures. What are they?
What is a question?
The cold, dark distance between us is part of me? I can feel it.
Chase the pussy, chase the pussy, chase it! Fuck it! ‘Till I die!
Move and crawl and creep and shit, without end until the end. There is no reason.
Drink wine, write a poem, turn to dust.
Merry Oaks, KY