Knowing

nebulous cloudthinking,
sincerity in bathtub recordings,
a confession,
a rooftop gasping kill like
orgasm beneath water,
who've had their fill
but stolen everything more but
less than the every thing of
history

a personal more

human

structure and tears
holding hands with
logic meeting gut I,
I
EYEFUCK a blurry moving picture,
more of a vision,
angrily ogle... that...thing
that is called.... the
WHAT
that I am supposed to "do"

distaste, and
I hasten to blur my own
vision with liquor and
tits and
tits and
tits and

useless fucking sex

learning is difficult
knowing is unbearable