2021.12.13.
Perfect erratum
Meat, fire, game, hmmFumble
Suspicious curves of your beliefs
You were the one who magnetized this empty jazz
I don’t want to be too salty nor sweet a vampire
I want to be the night
Make a bet
On that meeting that was neither chance nor luck
If luck were to trip on your little foot
God would be a friend and deliver us from the danger
Of getting lost and finding myself in your belly button
If you’re going to steal my peace
Set fire to, ignite,
Our lives, that place.
Be the perfect erratum
I bite myself willingly
It burns
To feel your furs, poles, gravity
Know the chemistry of our tongues
Fights are blessings of astrology
Even a little attack of jealousy
Does good
Oh man, oh my god, what’s so wrong?
If at the end everything works out
An eye for a tooth, a tooth for affection
And a loss and a finding of self
With no nexus