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