of Maxwell Clark
Big desert yawns out its scalar ricochets; please don’t die.
Look at that weird thing eat that tree; trees are so despicable.
Running fast now, juking out, getting to go there maybe?
So then no death, then no death, no, no death, lord, no death.
Or, well, look, the little cups of tea still on the counter; eerie.
Secret misinformation gathers thinking, cranium is behind faces,
Calculator life-war on many drugs; pools once exploded, drain slurrily.
Humans are unclean, wispy, surly, acidic, churlish, pasted, gone.
There is this massive overfullness with ambient tensions, noises.
I want to need you so badly, I wish it were true too.
If only you couldn’t ever hear this, it matters not to me,
I alone testify to my witnessing. Remote sensors calibrate.
Chat up your mouth fucking fool, chat wicked things, fuck you.
Heat snakes smear my eyes, I miss you so bad, fucking shit.
The snakes are in my neck, they’re in my shoulders, fuck, shit.
Where is your prettiness who welcomes you back home?
Don’t die, dying is bad, ok?
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