11-28-2025, 04:57 AM
Prize: the new night ahead,
under neon’s cool moon-sky.
Our late cruising urges,
still monkey-led, grinning.
Vin et chocolat, Ben?
At the table, tugging thought.
We’re practically alive,
cradle-mourning time.
As curiosity clots—
tar-thick.
Our rapturous companions
prick our fingertips.
Coke ou tata? Les deux?
Polished quips
tooled favorites;
pulse-beat mimicking gods.
The ceiling begins to breathe
a heavy velvet soot,
coating the tongue;
and you’re probably right— let’s.
In forks and knives
and clinking glass—
we’ve dripped this night
into jar-fermented whims.
Hey reality— Earth’s jaw:
stop chewing. Spit.
Pretend— for once—
you’re real.
Oh sun, abate your eye—
crude, reeking servant sun.
Night— our vivid cavity,
linger raw among us.
Ben— claws or cleaver now?
Neither. With layered pupils,
pungent lips, we withdraw
into the working jaw.
under neon’s cool moon-sky.
Our late cruising urges,
still monkey-led, grinning.
Vin et chocolat, Ben?
At the table, tugging thought.
We’re practically alive,
cradle-mourning time.
As curiosity clots—
tar-thick.
Our rapturous companions
prick our fingertips.
Coke ou tata? Les deux?
Polished quips
tooled favorites;
pulse-beat mimicking gods.
The ceiling begins to breathe
a heavy velvet soot,
coating the tongue;
and you’re probably right— let’s.
In forks and knives
and clinking glass—
we’ve dripped this night
into jar-fermented whims.
Hey reality— Earth’s jaw:
stop chewing. Spit.
Pretend— for once—
you’re real.
Oh sun, abate your eye—
crude, reeking servant sun.
Night— our vivid cavity,
linger raw among us.
Ben— claws or cleaver now?
Neither. With layered pupils,
pungent lips, we withdraw
into the working jaw.