Playground at the End of the World

here we are

in the playground at the end of the world

here you can find my innocence

once avalanched by blue vitriol

i’ve lost track of time

but maybe that’s on purpose

All we have left is our nakedness

so swing into nothingness

clap along with desire

and throw grown tings right over

its not like we forgot our circumstances

(we are dying)

we just choose to dance in its presence

to bite our thumbs in its general direction

and indulge in the specificity of our love