i am a citizen of the earth
and i am a veteran of my birth,
a walking puking man
to think about or talk about or do without.

i am the sum of some rippling flesh
and i am the sweetness of sins at best,
a bloody hologram
to laugh about or cry about or just about ANYTHING

I smell my smile in the air all damp
and I find reflections in bent streetlamps.
life boils in the tongue and the soil.
shadows fade, and I would make my demons friends.

and I am these foreign hands
that try to love but I dont think they understand...