ROOM 1

  the gap between two front teeth increases
  tv shows pile up in your eyes
  slow sentences crawl from your mouth
  and end up in the folds of your belly
  your lovely belly
  body as a bulb
  you are so happy
  the clothes you wear evolve 
  upon your skin the cloth changes
  one day you are swaddled the next
  we are all hipsters

education

The hermaphroditic license to lie, 
when all truth of body is born 
into difference and you 
constitute the unintelligible. 
They make sense to me, 
the incessant lies, when 
truth flits away with education. But I 
am not bitter.
The antithesis in fact.
Sweeter than I’ve ever been. My blood stream 
is filtering pineapple chunk 
syrup into my cum 
to make it taste 
nice. 
Education for educations sake makes 
education for education sake
seem so futile.
How about education for the sake of survival?
For the sake of the will 
to live? For the sake of realisation that living 
isn't everything, 
that though survival might be called an instinct 
isn't it more interesting 
to question whether 
it is fear or hunger that keeps us alive? 
not what we must do in order to survive,
not what success is 
not what success is not 
what success is. 
for something other than success 
because success is a pain in the arse.
it makes the struggle so retrospective. 
retroactive in fact; 
actively affecting the struggle to become 
an upwards one 
instead of what you thought 
it was at the time; 
just a struggle.

congratualtions neighbour you are a homosapien now.

how softly we bash against nothing. 
the soft scythe. 
no use for a name 
we bathe in more steam than water.
we plan our captive nothingness and race to face our mothers 
DREAMING of the day 
our passports fit in our pockets, our wallets,
making space for me in knicker drawers, 
lavender bagged identification drooling over 32c's,
we grow out of beds made above us, 
treating our lovers like our daughters.
then shifting shifts our noses to the sky 
making sure we can see over 
our jewishness. 
raised voices and forgiveness on rye 
with salmonella traces on your gentle hands we kiss. 
don't do this. asparagas tips. 
sliced onion tears of acetic life 
hermaproditic spelling of homogenous copulation, 
sexual beings fucking kittens with tits and bottoms like tinkerberries. 
we will fuck so we will grow.
white wine muscles stay hot in our bowl,
rice grain eyes. 
morning breath motions of self love. hard cocks. strong hands.
uncontrollable urges we have never had want for. 
we have. we use. swap our skins contort our bodies let our wrists catch 
up with our minds 
wrench our tongues 
out of our mouths 
reach and know 
if not reach try 
and boil our food till its fried we die. 
tea spoons in our hands face in dinner plates. 
posture posses nothing of me. i am a rump.  
we hope we will amount to something in the eyes of nobody. 
nothing in the eyes of all. 
congratualtions neighbour you are a homosapien now.