Hittin the road loaded with the usual existentials. Cargo is cruising. Why the rush and rumble?

You Move Me

Spooky God-Like Pain

i dug us a little grave today.
and laid down in it so gently
even as my hands shook
and heart pounded
and i knew i wasnt really dead
by those movements
but i put x shaped makeup on my eyes
and hoped you'd realize the need for this
scene shift
for both our narratives
and hoped you would
from the other side of our dirt and worm bed
hoped you would evenetually roll over
we'd inchworm closer 
slow plows over soil
where our warm bones
would touch
and make xylophone music
where our eyes undid cobwebs
as we realized this dramatic
set
we'd arrived in to enjoy our kinky macabre
union 
as we part.☆


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