Essence Is
essence is the loquacious sun mumbling something
about how he never really expected -
and gods falling off a slippery sky
because your name touches nothing -
and it is night then.
it is a puppy interested by basically everything
but order and orders. it is a telephone box
scented like a whore and fifteen aborted
fetuses snapping at a zombie’s knees,
a boring junkie asshole
or a memory. it is a drug and the weak
who belong to it. it is why i like it
when devils smell better dead,
living memories instead