POEMS

 rent:
the soul can’t pay the body
so here we are the tree of Bullshit
is full of birds
shake it shake it shake
until the joy of death hits
there is only dancing & fucking
so….you know…go
you don’t need
other people
I prefer
to stay inside myself to feel
life
from both
sides
to know
what it’s like
even as you
know yourself
flows into
someone else
and I deny
all implied
mimesis