Do Me One Favour
My mind swims
through all the dream oceans,
to collapse its lungs under the water,
until it sinks down
sink drains
to flush out of
the underground broken pipe.
The Nothing-Now
of my empty skull
hums like an
echo reverberation,
as the wind rushes
through such
an empty room,
with the absence
of dream rewards
and memory trophies.
I did the marathon with
my bike full throttle,
and lost it all
in road burn out
and crash.
At least do me one favour;
use my empty skull as your vase,
to fill with new dreams,
and memories,
of your hand holding mine
for the moment,
when we become so underground together
we are core.
Lets splash into each other.
Become water together, and
inhabit the pipe veins of this city,
like it's heroine
drugging it,
so devastating and orgasmic.