THE POSSIBLE LIMITS ARE ENDLESS

vomit vomit vomit

My body is a pornographic image

meaning nothing to anyone

I have found meaning

in pictures of naked dead women

and not love poems

they are devoid of passion

There is a void between the writers'

fingers. There is no void between Catullus and I

2000 years  

is how long this demon has breathed

I do not use symbolism

I say what I 

"now that you're around"

I am four hundred miles away 

the distance between these stanzas

the distance between the translation of "res"

my capillaries stretch for parsecs

I might live for ninety more years

"etch the pain deep into my soul as proof that I lived"

blares the american dub of an anime on putlocker

Author's Note

It's almost a ghazal, except two couplets relate to each other! Oh well!