living through explosions

legs like light

signalling for me

to follow

until one of us ends

and even then

there’s some

*

the one thing

i see in other humans

is that they

do not see

the humanity

of other’s

because i don’t

either

*

a man’s back

stuck in public transport

with no communication

or understanding why

looks like the

drowning world

from afar

*

i wish

i was a little

more wasted

to not know

i was wishing

for my self-destruction

that would hopefully

leave bits of me

on you like

a good meal

or kisses all over

dependant on where

i splatter and what

chunks escape from

my wishing well of a stomach