Frames of life per second
Relentless on a clock of bleeding time
I need a degree of perception
A lens view of all that I have seen before
A streak of light that brightens up all the I don’t wanna see
Of blushing love, blinking eyes, hanging tongues
I wish to click
She gets up with a bottle of water
from the sewer of forgotten excreta
I try to put it between
her shirt and her skin
and that is what I probably want
And I click
I gulp down the evil
and I choke good
It makes me a tourist in other people’s reality,
and eventually in mine.
It rubs me the wrong way
It makes a ghost out of people
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