lube

lube

A Poem by Francis Myerick

you're spread out, so
don't talk about your molecules

we're tired of hearing about
all that space,

and who gives a s**t how remote
you are, (so you're part star)

the massless between
this or that c**t and this or that face,

i want to f**k something
tighter, heavier

i wanna push into something
that won't decay,

but all those bonds are breaking,
our loose parts that float away

© 2009 Francis Myerick


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