FML

Fuck the stream the parallels
the shitty paradigms
dronish accumulation
Desire to be
hermit, homeless
aqualung.

Fuck love which fades
replaced by boredom
sameness
lost lust
emptiness.

Where?
no square
no corner
no cave
to hide
sleep
forget.

Why would one bacteria care
if the second
said "cheers"
drank some penicillin
evaporated
expired
bye.

Be fruitful and multiply
spread the disease
it is our cause
our purpose
to expand
aggrandize amplify
black river runs
brown smoke churns
devouring blue skies
masticating hillsides
till all that is left bone, rock, sand.