Our shoe shop world spins
because the Absolute has been
defused
thank
God
We drown out the reek of toe jam
in
a steady white noise
The
shit-soaked bass notes of the earth
and
the icy chime of the sky -unheard
Dressed up and spineless
ambassadors
for the imaginary
we
sit around and smoke big brands
no
filter
Machine mouth
grips
our heaving chests
and
licks that pigeon of a heart
with
a tongue, the color of which
is
gummy bear
Our symptoms we consume like energy
drinks
turpentine
on an empty stomach
we
prowl the sound-soaked basements of our nights
cock-hungry
for a hormone joy ride
only to come back
and look through the domestic
chaos of our suddenly small bedrooms
for that time when
it
still used to be fun
