Dylan Krieger – draw one // pick again

i collect your blood          so i can lose it

although my ideal mate will always be

a morphine drip          i’m scoping out

potential callers w/ my radar gun aflutter

press on my           robot fontanel &

watch my gears grind underwater

the sea belongs        to absent fathers

an utmost lonely bound by lo-fi

acrimony         the aches & moans

that make us itch for broken bones

so many               molotov cocktails

i confused w/ mazel tov

so many silly       awkward pauses

i could have been filling up

w/ dopamine      & frantic gaud