rhy

you could watch the life
disappear
from my eyes

the beast in me
doesn't make sense

how easily i drain
from this body

how easily it consumes

disembodied as angels
or demons
or whatever

watch
as the world bleeds out
and that we are the red cross collecting blood
like rain water
in the backyard kiddy pool

no

imagine that we are

peter kürten
achieving orgasm

yes

and you could see
a beast
with its glazed-over eyes
and how its head
might not miss
it's body so much

control
is a nice idea
but an idea

nonetheless

watch how meat
graduates to the sky
and how sky does reign

watch how the lips of machines
drip ferrari red
for the promise of affinity
a glade of the greener grass

watch
how i
tilt you
up
so that
you might drain
into me

the idea of you

the alcohol i consume
in these late hours

i imagine sometimes
that
it is you