onbeyond

kill me if i ever get out of hand
forget the pen and ink in a sea of pixels
remove my eyes if i forget to see the beauty in
life's orgy of pain and renewal
let me find the literary merit in exchanges at the laudromat
let every email be like paradise lost
some kind of poem that wants to eat heaven for dinner
and have coffee after

there's cycles see
where the desolation of this landscape is made fertile by lines
and the only way to save oneself from thirst
is to hack open a cactus