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As life passes us by

with every renewed license or bus pass,

or piece of good grass that gets us from a low place to high,

we go as in & out of fashion as the seasons spring, summer, winter

& falling out of the way of those who we thought once were at our beckon call.

So we smoke our cigarettes & blow smoke every day as

regardless of what we breathe in; life makes us choke,

& some days may involve two different ways the human body can stroke.

Morbidity is the ingredient inherent to the human soul that guides men to the stripper pole

if you hear from that right kind of feminist.

The worst kind of sin is that committed against collectives

at least that’s what people say who’ve spent too much time feeling their own wrist.

The tryst is between us & existence

but what’s public is everything that happens in between

Like chalk on a board we arrive as colorfully on the scene, some make it out alive, some more than others will thrive, but we’re all illustrations of the human soul.

The painter with universal potential, this soul, if we make I from this earth to panspermia ourselves a place elsewhere & elsewhere, granting a cosmic wide-birth.

But now we’re here smoking our cigarettes & feeling sorry for our former selves who hoped towards

eating pieces of pizza

& ass

until next we choke.

The appetite of the every-man is sated never in that way he looks far, the struggle is real.

It lies with common folk

unlike an Aphrodite,

but we have been given some godly benevolence.

As our nature spoke us into being with these two wrists

(most of us)

which by themselves can help make for a pleasant tryst of our own with

just the right stroke.