Drum

i.
Ghost rider

The trees hang high
televisions lean out hotel windows
we walk down the yellow-lined road
packed with people - but we're alone.

Sand digs into clothing
skin pressed together
but we aren't touching.

Coax it down and cover it up
because it's just a dog licking at your balls.

ii.
Theoretical chaos

metal beast
covered in chrome
reflect the light

Fog machines can't hide what's been there all along.

iii.
Sank.

Three moves
three seconds.
Try to make a pie.
Ends up burnt and fucked over something fierce,
but we don't care because we don't like eggs.

Run with death
but he can't sprint
look at that sceptor
my god, does he even have proper shoes?

iv.
Japan

Metal that has been categorized incorrectly.
Nothing without a bass should be allowed
to be entitled
your true name.
Beast.

v.
Ex.

Bite me because I have nothing left to say to you.
You've become human
I never was
Transforming.
robots
in
disguise.

Your favorite show
Animated video games
force me to want
to vomit at your feet.

Etinies look up at me
Mixed berry looks down.
This is something
I should never have tried.

Leave me alone.