We Were Fancy Two Weeks Ago

when i write things

from bare air

it is violence

that comes to pass

　

quite often

so here i am

and so it goes

so here we are

i and me

mr. me and me

looking underneath

to find an angel

held down by a devil

me and this

him and you

some taboo pleasure

　

above it all

beneath the sky

    are all these things

inside my dirt

that i find, so very,

so f*****g,

completely amusing

from this here now

  dumb assed

f**k faced

s**t stained

  comparison

between me

(and no one)

else

　

so who will win?

here

so who will lose?

now

　

and why should i care?

and who are you?

　

"kill 'em all

let god sort 'em out"

that really is...

… it's my favorite joke

such as it is

that nothing matters

until it doesn't

i will see me then

can you see me now?

Author's Note