I still feel the young cub in me,
wanting to be feral, young and dirty.
Not the old and tame animal
I've been dulled into.

This filthy noise is as far from forest
as can be.
Fuck you all. Curse you.

Curse me too.
I've damned with the dual gift
of lust and cowardice,
like the deer who wants to be tiger.

your laughter

your laughter just
makes me wanna spend money.
For a moment,
happy, taken away...

autopsy of apathy

the autopsy of apathy
must indeed be
the dullest of things.