enormous gods
with gigantic infections.
searching for the antibiotic
of my confused
suffering.

i'm high on thinner fumes
and am dying for not much
at all.

an inexpensive death

clench your fists around
my throat,
my heart,
my dick.

not much left but the
hollowed carcasses
of words.
overused and spent
shallow and
devoid
of their intentions.