Nuclear Filth

[newsclippings]

Did laundry six times today.
Wasn't clean enough.
Wiped my hands, chlorine--
didn't rinse.

Wet them; bleach--
boiled, ash,
threw them in sand,
rubbed these eyes
out of my head
into pink mucous mess
over your mouth.

Here.
Eat the dirt I see.
Shit it out.
It's enough for me.

Hi news,
You do yourself a disservice. These little forages in to encapsulated thought-bubbles don't bring back the bacon. There is a germ in this which is ready to -inate but it lacks the necessary nutrients. You are trying to grow in a sterile medium. Even the punch of the shit word is waste...quite...because there is no mycorrhizal coupling to the root of the poem.
I should respectfully suggest that you expand this. I should but I won't because I am sure that my thinking is not everyone elses...for me there is just not enough.
Best,
tectak

I've built a reputation on here for never having enough. The problem is I can't really give you more.

I wanted to write something because Rowens requested that I come back. Though I know this piece is lacking, it's really the best I can do at the moment.

I'll ponder through it again some, but I don't promise anything will come out of it.