one:

[444]

444
a dream with a stuttering ailment
planes gain crooked, and i have too

but you
could kiss a plant every day to keep it alive
and you know that
you just don't believe it

two:

[the Hercules Crashes]

the Hercules crashes &
your insides become communal
everyone's streams
bursting out of them
to make an ocean

to grafitti the metal.

some of your bones
aren't with you anymore:
bedfellows with your bedfellows.

bursting.
bursting.
bursting!

your living life was just an coccoon
for this universal masterwork.

you're free to go, now.

three:

[still kill]

I want your rest
to come easier
and last longer

let's do it for a long time!
a lot!

also,
I wanna be your still kill
when the sinew is being pulled from my abdomen
you will be tasting it on your tongue!
my human, to yours

your body will process mine
I've spent much time
deliberating, stressing, trying
to "find myself"
gauge "contributions"

input/output:

<to lie or to not lie?>
<does that lie make me posion?>
<does that friend?>
<where am i &
where is natural history going to be?>
<will we remember each other?>
cuz:

“God” is in the image of us

cuz:

your body will process mine
it will find what is good,
best, and I will help you


["you'r my hevenn"]
I have been so healthy
so that I can be so healthful!
I wish you could see my smile right now!

And:
it will find what is garbage of me.
["UR my helll"]

And:
when you shit me out
I want you to leave half
in your favorite forest
and half in the
front lawn of my mom's
(it's at 8218 S. Fairfield)

I will be quiet

but:
I will be screaaaaaaming
from your muscles
from your jump shot
from you being able to fuck incessantly
with someone else you love (or: whatever!)
and be a lil less tired
I want your rest to come easier.

all my art are
just facsimiles of
mountains, of coves, of joy,
of your actual physical being.

Once:
because I was stupid,
I wanted to die & be put
in a box. Humans are
afraid to give themselves to this world (The world).
animals are not.

Once:
because I was stupid,
I was afraid of death...
when my death is inside you,
when your hands
are caressing a child
or a tree branch…

why, i get emotional just thinking about it