INSEMINOID

smell my fingers- skin sweat faint piss
musk, pussy, mucus, ass, PE sweats, TP ghost or fiber halo- 

to put it simply my muted ferocious human dirt

I drank tea that's supposed to make me happy

I plug in the christmas lights on my tortured balsam fir in January 

my parents count 12 deaths/hour in their county

this sticky unfloured loaf between my legs clinging webs
as if we can escape without death

I rub one out of my fire hazard again to,
peel this throbbing organ of skin off the couch, 

rise and shine! only the bread is immortal