skinblade

I’m definitely indebted to your casual
hate.
I wish it were that easy for the rest of us little fakes.
Do you ever look
inside
and find that we are all
like
bloated little frogs
on the steps of
coroneted weaklings?
Looking up all dead inside;
seeing all
the open eyes of
self indulgent
superficial fucking mirrors?
I lick my –
you lick mine
like i was
not inside
a covenant of twelve.
We look outside the circle
but never inside the flaming candles of thought.
I swear I’ve fucked myself
more than you have
loved yourself. And i feel solace like a gunshot
to the gut.
What the fuck happened to us?
Was it all a treaty in the anecdotes of history?
Shining like a cathode of indifference.
All these words trickle down your
shapely hips
like an owl fingering the night.
Dangerous and blasphemous until the emptiness takes hold.
I wish to god you’re right
and i don’t have to live forever.