got onto an airplane to go away
i thought I might be alive
but the dreams came and went
and found the same there,
as it is everywhere.
i lit a candle on the plane
to stave the evil spirits off –
but we all faked love
for the sake of convenience
;;; CONTRADICTIONS ;;;
it is dead inside, dry and dusted
waiting for adventurous grave robbers
:i do not love love:
: Did you hear me? :
let my nose run
until what little is left has gone;
it went that way for my eyes,
now, blind, i feel much safer
and dream of not smelling
the death of each person’s skin
passing by in agony gagged back
by a relentless appeal
to pretend the imagination is real.
screaming at low volumes
