farming
maggot desire
writhing
disguised
inside
walking cities
I
breeze by the causeways
waiting
for the rain
are
you thirsty
or
just hungry
for
more shit
the
worms ask
each
time I pass the gates
to
my own molecular breakdown
no,
I won't cry
because
I am already crazy
and
no, I won't buy anything
that
I can steal or take
from
my core to explore
a
more temporary permanence
I
am culturally attached to apathy
and
watching designers
parade
mannequin secrets
while
I seek the shadows
and
the alleyways
I
stretch out my hands
my
fingers slipping from reason
and
when someone asks me
can
you get a grip
I
turn and spit out
every
soul is a ship
that
knows time
is
an illusion
when
kept as quiet
and
as blind as I am
when
turning the soil
into
pennies and palms
EJR
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