it was so easy, the past is forwards in the front
bent behind like a wheelchair in the formaldehyde
natural words, unnatural circus side show tricks
plastic dollar bills are fed plenty to the desirable machines
in corners of your subconscious, buried in the strands of your coma
left to your own devices, inside your own liquid, bomb spread
gas streaming through the equilibrium, i would never would forget you
i never needed to forgive anyone, but only but myself
you claim it was only a trend, i learn to slowly cope with this environment
i approve of this face, slowly slid inside the warmth, exhibits none then sanity
you, speaking words of politics, stuck inside a rope, choking on this rotten
whatever was painted on the glass, is soon to speak, become
stand back, unfold, become, it’s so infected, murderous intentions
drain encloses everything, and makes it nothing again, down, down, further
knowing, but immediately showing, painted parts, and enveloped surfaces
circles out to meet you again, injected square, blood stream like a consumer product
seventeen is close at hand, please eliminate, it has been finished