The threat of your memory, worries me to wonder
the fate of your story
I can hear it plain as toast, within bimetal wire roasting
"Are you afraid?"
In plain inquisitive english.
"Of course, fool. It's the human condition."
In plain volatile language, to be so very little
As we unload our hot weapons into the faces of adversity
As the clouds unload viscous ammunition
Unto blind backs and steady shoulder ...attacks
Unto the friend
Unto the fiend
I still see us swap spit
in decimate surroundings cities
buildings in abandoned function
I see us panting vulgar, vulgar displays of our power
within each other's ears
On the glass beaches of Michigan
Glass loved too hot by:
Iranian nukes,
and ill thought of white skin, after all,
after everything, here we lie in importance.
I see you in a green trance,
ziplocked and loving, grey phantasmic swirling
puffiness in our eyes
It was neccesary,
very, very, intentionally necessary, to tell you,
during the thought of your violence
How to travel, weeping to follow, backwards into willingness
Tracing a pattern, a malign pattern, back to a heart that no longer beats.
Into equidistant arms once and for all.
Thoes distant arms race to be our fusion.
