you are a pixel
and
i’m not at fault,
failing to feel
remorse, x
-ing figures
from overhead
start to make
patterns, circling, and
there’s a rhythm and
process to “action
painting”
that looks like tiny red
drops
and green brush
strikes below
: language
is nt like it
used to be,
war games
are real (real
istic! ) and i
think nothing of
clicking x while
circling above
watch drone as
watches down
and you lay
in the back
yard
ripe with flowers
bodies
spread
make x
and above,
silence
kiss you to
sleep
: in front of the sun
a day circling
above, sleeping
florescent
beams
filter through
paned glass window,
cat kisses
mice in
the vegetable garden
assassination, a term
thought to be derived
from hasish a drug
similar to marijuana
said to have been used
by Hasan-Dan-Sabah
to motivate
followers who
were assigned to
carry out political
kisses and
other murder
this is
just to say
kissed an 18
year old girl
today
and
i’m sorry
i feel awful,
but she
looked so sweet
and young
and i was
feeling particularly
reckless
high
: behind a cloud
i listen to jazz
and look down
remember
what its like to kiss
ants, like (children
’s) play
bug splats.
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