Doing it the 20th Century way. I need a clumsy fuck. Electric buildings are rattling around my body. The wind is catching my limbs, pushing my capacity for relation. Pissed off jacked and fucked. Make the love happen like nuts and crazy. I am the understanding do you see my life. Let me inside i am freezing and flailing. Help me i am sleeping under a tree. Whats a thesaurus entry for being distended.

This poem is pissed at the other poems. Why do i keep wanting to say bitch. Why do i keep wanting to say bitch. Its like when you stab an eel. And its louder than you expect. I want to be kissed and fucked. By a big red eyeball. But lacan says thats impossible. My vision of myself involves. Or with a lover or shadow. If it were that easy. But you get sick of.

And can only play language. I want to tumble down. And splash into childhood,. I want to draw it out. But when I think of what I want. I see waves crashing on a shore. In what it cannot do. I just know that I. Was bound to look the other way. For the sake of it. I just want to fingerpaint.