Nirvana

Load up on guns, bring your friends. It’s fun to lose and to pretend. She’s over-bored and self-assured. Oh no, I know a dirty word.

We can have some more. Nature is a whore. Bruises on the fruit. Tender age in bloom.

Polly wants a cracker. I think I should get off her first. I think she wants some water to put out the blow torch.

My favorite inside source, I’ll kiss your open sores. I appreciate your concern. You’re gonna stink and burn.

And I’m living off of grass and the drippings from the ceiling. It’s okay to eat fish ’cause they don’t have any feeling.

The lady whom I feel maternal love for cannot look me in the eyes but I see hers and they are blue and they cock and twitch and masturbate.

We passed upon the stairs. We spoke of was and when although I wasn’t there. He said I was his friend. Which came as a surprise. I spoke into his eyes. I thought you died alone a long long time ago.

Hate me. Do it and do it again. Waste me Rape me, my friend.

He’s the one who likes all our pretty songs and he likes to sing along and he likes to shoot his gun but he don’t knows not what it means.

Come as you are, as you were as I want you to be.

Teenage angst has paid off well. Now, I’m bored and old, self-appointed judges judge more than they have sold.

I’m so lonely, that’s okay, I shaved my head and I’m not sad and just maybe I’m to blame for all I’ve heard, but I’m not sure. I’m so excited, I can’t wait to meet you there and I don’t care.

I laughed and shook his hand and made my way back home. I searched for foreign land for years and years I roamed.

Some fear none. Wouldn’t it be fun?

Let me clip dirty wings. Let me take a ride, cut yourself. Want some help, please myself.

Take your time, hurry up. Choice is yours, don’t be late. Take a rest as a friend. As an old memoria.

In the sun, in the sun, I feel as one. In the sun, in the sun married, buried.

What else should I be? All apologies. What else could I say? Everyone is gay. What else could I write? I don’t have the right. What else should I be? All apologies.

Here we are now, entertain us. I feel stupid and contagious.