AFTER ALL, IT WAS ME THAT ROLLED THOSE ROCKS INTO YOUR GEYSER AND RUINED IT

only my blood
washed into me but so hard that
not kidding
i had to start a new calendar.
it's how i reiterate

what can i master
trembling in a booth?
not to put the song on
or chew the great tongue
of my adverse comrade. 

blinded by the wall,
i wonder for three seconds
what's back there because
i remember in small, inaccessible.
then pile myself towards
an unrelated forward
through the first door.

tick tick it's drumsticks and not a clock.
horns and tusks grow slowly and sharp.

"let me pay for this upfront
so i can have it forever
with the money i have called dibs on.
include a global release of auxiliary desires
in a single utterance to me
and i'll have to wonder but i won't remember to."

no. no. no. no. no. no. no. no. no. no. no. no. no. no. no. no. no. no. no. no. no. no. no. no.