semen at the brim

(ful)
are those tears i see
you can’t possibly think
i wouldn’t love you
fucking infinitely

rationalization
cannot even contend
in this wretched amalgamation
of jizzing on fate’s face
a welt-ridden (definition of)
griggity-grotesque
leaking out into this
barely normal sense of life that
i’ve found

and i think the thing that is
most remarkable
is the smiling faces

that is
there is
actually something
under this revulsion
of all that which once suddenly
began to make sense
in the least rational of ways
touting

NIETZCHE I finally understand
your rather unhelpful
time-fast-forward
consciousness of what
makes us all seasick
the lack thereof
the predominance of fucking
so(crates)’ implementation of the ceiling

until blooming
blooms boom
blooms boom
blooms up
nothing down
believe (smile)
no please
it’s got to be okay
right

right right
as long as we look up
who could be down

it’s cold
but who could be down
who in this fetterdom.