Every Nothing

We met Chicano style because it was the image that moved me

yet you dont simply understand that i aint trying to hold your hand

the attempt to reassert the combination of us two

cocealing our feelings in madness and careless romances

but we share a story of burning autumn suns that run through the veins of all the crackhead nuns

a repeating cycle of private lap dances in the smallest room to rinse this lust

the power of weakness is a goddess in the womb of my imagination

I sat in her throne while she was away in Thailand overlookin another majesty catastrophe

we praised to praise your faults and thinned gold to the lowest form of value like words in frigid smoke

inhale and feel the slow burn of nothingness

now exhale and feel the same

later to heal a sacrificed hope of million ways to reburn and return to nothing

yet everything.