Schoolboy Crush

Can’t see through the paper-thin cracks anymore, as I only think in cardboard thickness

My body and mind are health personified, it is actually my personality that is the sickness

Grownups venerate

the enemy

Rub up against the

thigh gap

These strides will wound

those who can’t regenerate

Because on the back of

the bus

you can upload a new

identity upon an empty tin can

with an old bent spoon

tied together using frayed shoe laces

and some found chewing gum

So take that to the bank and




It’s yours, it always was, it always will be, it always is always in ways that is all

cracked window—cellotaped over—heavy black thick morbidity claiming white right lightness


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