EVERY NIGHT I SPIT A BIT

issues of light

it came to me
as I was sitting by
on a beautiful sunday morning
taking a heavily shit
still drunk
still hungover
yet happy and never sad
it came to me as love
at first instance
but it wasn’t
I glanced over
nothing but flies
or skinny walls
it was this collapsed felling
like the picture of real truth
exposed
under your skin
the living museum of the motion and soul
I can give you my brain
while I’m still sane
and you’d buy the ticket
to this inglorious game
what do you say?
shall I fuck your mind as I am on the way?