Let’s fuck filthy….
slit the veins of
from our lips
as we watch (passively)
that will no-longer fill our
but now-! What does any of this mean you might ask…. They are only a bunch of nomadic works sluiced together in hopes of creating some sort of emotional affect-.
They are only carfully plotted romanticism’s….
Poetics of a fractured piecing together of a life that you do not understand; And you
would be absolutely right in saying so! But what else can i do but use these fraudulent
words….how else am i to explain to you-… or convey to you the effects-, the un-
speakable joys and sorrows of what awaits me when i lay down to sleep…, and close
and hear the frothing surge of the undertow just before i’m swept up and out into its black currents; Isolated and alone in its black expanse…. Where i’m finally overcome-!
How else but in echoes can i talk to you of the Death of my brother who was not yet