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