Hold my hands,
intelligent machine, your lungs breaking down
Cover us in swamp mist, napping wet with primordial dew
crying scorpions in bitter gestalt!
Can you promise me your final milk, face down in forensic Belize?
Plasmid limousine wrecked, claimed and drifting in perfect vacuums of fetid resurrection?
Blurred, I follow your anarchist dyslexia into burning homeless camps
I fake the endocrine camouflage and suck death’s titties