scream into the night,
headlong and full of love's hate,
where energy is fossilized by lightning
into glass under the sand
for new futures to discover.
I am evidence of myself,
simply desirous to be seen
as alive and poisonous enough
to make a difference
in the last leg of the journey.
switch the corners,
we become souvenirs
in moon-lit masturbation,
with effort and envy
so foggy we could eat it.
with blood still running
down my palm,
two minutes before rain
will wash everything wet away,
as our selfish applause kills it all.