Reasons I Drink

Everything is him, just the night sky, his energy flowing, through you, through me, he makes all art, she writes all poetry, so many songs to sing, he built each one of them, in some places it fits so perfectly, within the clean space of a virgin, his spirit rests naturally, and the words that come out of her mouth, like the words of god, her legs lead to heaven’s gates, and her lips, taste like ambrosia, she is a fruit eternal, forever, possessed by her father, every once in a while, I get a taste of him, her vast love, like the ocean, to fall in, would be my end, but it would be worth it, my everything, alas, maybe only in my dreams, the right hand alleviates the left hand, my lips kiss your lips, we’ll be together forever, the depths go deep, how much, can you breathe in, life, shame, fire, what are you building, will you satiate my desire, I’m a thief and a liar, a demon, worth hating, worth jealousy, oh, please step on me, mommy.

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Weeds

There are still things that move my heart, love, all the good and the world, the righteousness, the valiant sacrifices, the struggle, and the suffering, the deep sadness, of humanity’s plight, all the wrong, ricocheting, back and forth, with no one, allowing it peace, allowing it rest, but alas, all I truly wish, is to be jaded, to not care, if the world burned, I would close my eyes, and if music was playing, I would choose to die, but maybe, we can’t always get what we want in life.