Takla makan

[tectak]

Sundawnwards from the Taklamakan,
abusing an Uyghur desert
to metaphorize death
in order to make the exit
more glittery and shiny and
fine -with- me, I
long for my oxytocin fix
to linger some senseless time more,
(me being) a shiver ebbing down
my blood bathing in golden brown,
a waste wasted on whys.

Serge,
What can I say? You make up words, you go through hyphens like I go through underpants, you write free-style ( almost abandoned) until you no longer make any sense, you use grammar as if it was confetti at a Chicago wedding, you stick words in brackets as if that helps (it doesn't) and yet you want me crit this? I cannot. It is just too perfect...........like most of the stuff I write when pissed.
Best,
tectak