bah

bah poem

Whole fucking words
can’t fill a single
moment

hard bark of sperm
coming from black

this white yellow
constellation of
possibilities

I see wall
burnt color

I hear breath
as brick
against brick

ah yea
desires
run like free
cockroaches
on my kitchen
soul

oh fuck
I’m coming
again to
your image

bah
poetry

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