this fucking fixation is getting tiresome

I liked it better with no dreams
whatsoever.

irritating
little
pieces
of
rot.

20 cc rigs
&
going for the femoral.
full frontal nudity
completely asexual.
        " what's it like
          sifting an artery?

          you'll know when
          you hit it."

pH short of 3
but, ain't gonna waste,
better waste
a pipeline.
        " went burning red
           from wrist to shoulder
           & stung like fuck.
           but it's ok now."

tools blunted out
ragged edges to the
delicate tissues.
200 grit'll fix it.
        " it's moving about
          but it doesn't hurt
          unless i touch it.
          you think it's a cloth?"

a long day with no past or future
&; hardly any present.
inside-out
the ghosts don't age.