3/4

i wash in the trough meant for swine
but i am the pig and
he is me.
i let the water touch my skin,
washing my filth to the ground -
starting on my sun ward face and
paving paths on my chest
in between my tits;
cooling the heat between my legs.
finally, water at my feet
pooling in mud around
my toes.
i stand tall,
naked,
near the barn.

2/4: (project with kurt) Independence Day

fireworks sound like guns.
that makes sense, though,
right?

tell me i'm not the only one.

I FUCKING WILL SCREAM THIS:

DON'T DIE FOR A COUNTRY,
don't leave your family empty,
this noble cause is a farce.
you die and your family dies, too.

and what kind of peace is that?
what kind of peace is that.