It is you and me together.
Family
If you let go I will die.
If you understand we will dance
If not let me starve here fending
bone for blood
I can partition no marrow
There is a living body or a
corpse
And your body will end me to
either horizon
Horizontal or vertical
The babies need a father and I
intend to be the man,
Neither of us can waver as the
shaft may bend
The wheat remains rooted
The weeds we will stamp
Fuck them. I pick you.
Let’s go!
I am not able to endure another
loss
So I will play as if termination
is not an option
I know I will perish on the spot
If I am ever privy to the end,
I will drink, inject, vomit,
sleep, crash!
The ugliness will have no mirror
Only ashen cremated laughter
So parry the blow, jungle love to
shake the coconuts
Pebbles for the banker and wood
to warm the chimney
If we could leave Jesus at the
cab stand and just see God
I would be in heaven instead of
cock blocked.
Most marriages have men before
the man
Women before the woman
Ghosts in the machine campaigning
for fear over love
Let’s not pay
attention and see if we can get these skeletons upstairs
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