all of it

it's friday but i do not feel the sun from the weekend, i feel the gap from the weekend, weekend widens into a zombie eclipse,

i want my lips to be kissed because it is a habit to want it
all passion dies
but death is not always passionate

the flourescent sitting journey,
open mouth,
eating spiders as we sleep
on a mattress with the cover unfolded,
padding exposed,
that corner could be all of it.

WE WANTED TO SAY SOMETHING BUT THERE WASN'T ANYTHING.

this is how i want to put myself onto you

i am sore with desire
in a filthy kitchen
cat piss on the couch
these elliott smith songs aren't working anymore
i do not want to be a woman
i do not want to be a boy
i want to kiss the champagne in the kitchen
i want dull promises
i was in a nonsexual relationship
with a woman who loves mariah carey
and the boyfriend i helped her get
now i am in a nonsexual relationship
with a woman who collects pigeon parts
she could mop the floor with my face
i am profoundly dysfunctional
but have nice penmanship
i am tame in a cage
i want electrocution or at least to be adopted
i could be the part of a mangled bird,
you could collect me.