I could reach out
and grab this world
by the pussy
Not you
never you
Mother Earth
I could grab that
lizard pussy
that reptilian dick
that Juicy ID
What is your fear?
What motivates you
to be something other
than what you want to be?
What do you hide from
always?
Is there a layer
under the terror
of real skin, real human?
What vibration
beats our hearts?
Is that particularly funky
brand of electricity
also our souls?
Hold on to your throat
You can never
avoid the cheese
when crooning
over a lost heart
Can we fear something
we cannot see
taste
touch
hear
or feel?
Is terror electric?
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