in my epic i conquer mellow
numb and most satisfying
smiling with devious intention
smiling without intention
smiling for the shine of the smile
in my mellow there is a blasted, passive fury.
there is haste for disconnection:
here are the things that conquer me.
backward saint:
you can take care of me.
our skin can rot
pickle and saturate
spot; animal.
saint-thing and honest invader:
this can be an epic.
the woodland earth passes
and passes sweetly by
its almost a bore.
its almost dizzy hibernation
and the goodbye is just the space
on the page
between chapters.
the way language works
its a challenging inferior.
this language here
its a worshipping inferior.
it truly is something
quite less.
in my epic i conquer.
these organ things and their tendencies
are the tempt to keep living
this pathetic
human
life.
numbing and orgasmic.
satisfying.
its a victory and victorious.
its inspiration.
please,
beware of how good
things get.
please!
beware of violence.
learn away from it:
conquer mellow.
behind the windsheild i sit in the passengers seat and navigate.
click here to speak to me.