it was liquid momentum, the worst kind
stuck in thick
a sort of heavy that breaks your surrender
leaving you heaving in bed alone,
and wet and deep dark plundered
wondering the sickness for partness or aloneness
wondering the thing was ever yours?
pounding out a type of daytime, and night,
til its a stamp
til its a ticker tape of breath, life, blood and fuck
quick slip up around and the sidewalk doesnt care or the blue clouds either
or me