PRETTY CLEAR DIRT

you try and catch up with yourself / the how do you do of the past that you will hold a key to in the future / in your presents / or whatever version you now find trapped in snares: / some gullible animal tied to a lamp post / a ribbon dressing up boredom / layers of sought after belonging, now overripe, rotting / hashed skins for long gone ceremonies, reunions / the thousands of kilometers you used to fill the divide / pretending to be horny for variety / as if we would diversify by lust alone / you think i find pride in claiming to have conquered your body / yet i find it first in your annihilation of mine / i cheer you on with nothing but my true voice / a cry in want of all of your sex / not simply one given to desire / not one given to anyone or anything / a response to kindness / to wooing and drunken rituals / because i have seen you different / that one morning, as our voices converged to form an unheard tune, as the curtains brushed off a couple of sunrises / that one morning, as you carved a hole in the sea big enough for the universes / it made me want a sex more ancient than nature / a sex to counter non-existence, repulsion / a sex in praise of surprise / taking place in between bodies and voices / to turn you on unique / with phantom love and clusters of fit apparitions / and a wish, a prayer / just to be quick enough to say / "i was there" /