Luckily For Me

Luckily for me
angrodgeny
is in fashion.
People slip from gene pool to gene
pool, splashing skin with
the froth of female
formed male formed female formed...
And the bubbles burst.
And the air becomes a being.
It has no sex but beauty
beyond all bounds previously known.
Luckily for me
androgeny
is in fashion.

We Went Outside To Dance In It

We went outside to dance in it
but in the morning it was gone.
We let our bodies go soggy
With the first sign of the apocalypse
and expect to die,
but the morning comes:
we are alive.
We soak up what god sent to smite us.
"BUILD AN ARC BOYS"
We cry,
our hysteria, our hearts resigned.
But in the morning
our feet have dried,
though our socks are wet,
and the world is the same as it always was.
And we went outside to dance in it.

life spills

life spills from me, only some times,
we cross our legs to hide the blood stain,
shame ingrained, so we drink our wine.


life spills like wine on white cloth,
we cover our tables to hide the wood stain,
memories ingrained, whilst our heads go soft.


shivers through us, the last bitter drops,
it helps our hearts but not our livers
shivers, through us, whilst our heads go soft.


life hurts to carry but we carry on
we ask: "would you rather drown or burn?"
i say: "life hurts"


the fluids i've no more use for
the ruin that ruined me
i am a vessel for poison 
and for that reason
life spills.