My friend is asking me to encourage her/give her tips on how to masturbate.
My encouragement/tips are working.
i’ve missed you
Mirrors are the closest you will get to a familiar stranger
life begins where God ends
when i die, burn my laptop
I welcome any of the Kardashian girls to sit on my face
And unconcerned now the fire sweeps in its calming towering erection of flames
Along her flashing deluge in its crown atop and along dawns river,
Foam fluorescent hair ringing and rising now in an azure spill of wet vomit eyes
Flaming mouth would then laugh like God’s bulging tiny whine
Forced now, escaping scrotum tongue through and up and over the ears of the disillusioned
Its fiery feathers in its groin would float in flaccid winks into the mouths of mine.
And Caesar now, as he climbs Jacob’s ladder, he holds the rain to his throne,
Postcards unwrap with their toothless jaws along sore flattery
To flatter themselves as makeup for the graves and eyes of the Dead.
And how, exactly, is Hell so lively and well to do this time of night?
Blue substances adorn the skies and its rattlesnakes now to bleed through and burst with
Into our azure trousers singing with wine and our spit is childlike and holding,
It’s ringing too with eyes too fierce to believe in God.
So now, as pale faced dawn is blind and wanting, as dawn reveals its heart to the Feast,
To stoop and bow now, to love what will be buried, is a statue, is light at dawn,
Is a vision from the hypnotists fleeting breath in our ears on the brinks of everything broken.
And youth is idle to the wind, youth is wholesome and clean to the ageing,
Those who understand - are old
As I am fooled away into flames to bury sugar in the creases along some ticking idolized trash.
the cost of genius is willingness, the cost of willingness is life