grasp this emptiness



in this tardy Spring of maximum

zero comprehension

good refuge would be



howl at the torpor

howl at the world



but the mucous click

in my throat

blooms back

and up to become



nightmare blood abortion

detritus on my brain



on the idea of my brain



in the absence of everything kind

I'd like to open a vein on you



but you're not even there

you're nothing, nowhere



just as I am



just like me

just like me



just like me