nothing ever happens
everybody dies
on toilets we washed clean of shit
so useless
get fucked
by someone all dead.
look in the mirror all hazed over with sweat
we hardly exist
vomit every morning.
a sunless evening on brighter streets
the stupid drip of lust
no explanations, proclamation alone
quixotic pursuit of something more
bereft of all minor things
bus is turning
will you hear it again?
put your ear to the thing
listen
gravity has a noise
the sun in my mouth
the burns on your ankles
all riled
you never learned to pray.