Sognobestia

i want to bite the frost off your latinish skull

and spit it looselipped fasthard into your sucker
straight through the upsuck, disfigure what
is already crookedtoothin to absorb the blow.
i want to feed your pipe a different cheap deposit
sweetsticky like tobacco should be. teach you a lesson, i want to.

but who is the god now? the destructive forcespirit
or the one who creates it, who sets it in motion, who sets it in motion, who sets it in
I do not want you. what I want is phantom momentum residual velocity,
to smoke your ghost into free-falling ash.

fall away
You
fall away