Portraits of the Casual Reader
i can study you just fine from here:
pale, thin, that air that you're so secretly
intense
tanning your hide on another witless
carbon copy of misery and sexuality
contained in another restricted and pruned
form (which is interesting)
as the world I tend to see
needs emotion to breed like an anarchy
a living virus; crusades against you.
crash of the flood
against the tissue
swollen
it's actually life in degrees
and I think your mind
just cheapens it