Blind

Kaleidoscope may return for another liquid dip. I can be an immense lust drowning for sympathy; I can be water without buoyancy. This world is a creation for wild beings; man's fear is a cage. Question of now is breaking down inhuman tendencies. Things possess people; I do not exist as a thing.

Somebody is carrying me, he feels of obligation, he feels of another me I left behind, he is a horse lost inside the tide; this man is urine and I am not territory.

"What is a virgin again?"

"Some holy shit...."

"I am not holy shit."

"Neither am I."

I round the ladies' coat closet to capture a fallen hero enticed by fragrant lilacs; I punch him before official entry. I am not a moral man or an immoral woman; I am what I am. I am notorious for spitting venom; whether or not thus kills is not my concern. Thorns taste of mortality. Some see me as chunks of protein; I am no donor for the meat eater.

"I really did not want to see you naked..."

"Was it that bad?"

"Better than to see his urine."

"Then my nudity is worth your sanity."

"Oddly enough.........yes."