#i will probably never ever get over this incident btw i have another poem on it i was working on concurrently with this one

[therevengeoffrankenstein]

'grays and greens (unidentified fucking objects)'

lie in the grass,

serving up ass;

is it alien to you?

the master of all youth?

you pair your grays with greens,

like i think i know what it means:

you know too that you're alive

and you're scared you're gonna die.

how come you're calling time, ref?

when you know we have time left.

even though it might not be too much,

you know i felt life in ev'ry touch.

when we were there under the trees, deep, in this city,

the streetlights weren't the only thing with electricity.

(i mean it truthfully when i say we were eye-fucking.)

now i'm encouraging the encourager to keep on trucking:

i say that you don't need dye

(but you can have it, of course,

rainbow, pain-bowed, pony-horse.)

because we're all gonna die;

let's do it like we did it in spite of the distance,

your hand in my hands and ankles in the waists of pants.

unidentified fucking objects seen in the sky

when we know we have to die.

- ellie revenge