Good Human Beings
bump into each other and utter
certain phrases and
curl their tongues into certain
tongue formations. Like wild
chocolate shavings, sorta scattered on
the top of a fluffy cake.
People who have names are often
This is larger than me or you.
There's a certain thing we're measuring.
There's a certain measuring cup.
I'm like, Fuck, dude, seriously,
the terrificness of this shit
Labels: poems for max greenstreet