trailing horny cherubs do we come
birth is way more mysterious than death we have a shelf life
+death appears gestating +oh so patient right from the first
breath you will NEVER be that fresh
decompose bred in the bones the stoics will tell you to meditate
on death every day befriend the blooddrunk Reaper who creeps
thru walls doors floors + fancy cotton sheets dampgrotty
now bestained with a dot of blood from inserting the port for the
morphinedrip the one you begged a dwarfish nurse for you finally
won Olga over with tequila charisma +your lipstickrictus
birth is a different story created by 2 humans coital+biblical sometimes
in a tube you the imperfect clone chip off the old block head you will never
be as exalted as pure or as wretched
all primalscream + what the fuck? 10 minutes earlier you lay among horny
cherubs +there’s the rub you never asked to come here now chained to the
body of a human-animal you with your weak chin +hottentot apron
in April i will be my father’s age
when he died and i no longer know
if i am dead or alive
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..angels it is said often do not know whether
they’re moving among the living or the dead..
(Rainer Maria Rilke The Duino Elegies #1)
November 2024 ..now buzz off..
songanddancegirl 