hazardous play materials

 put a poem on your blog. bitch. then make someone else do it. i love you. quivering worm bitch.

cooks u in a machine

hazardous play materials

i wish i was a plutonium golem making love
like an invisible 18 wheeler 
in your sick dork heart.
my own,

a lump. blind chemic, nothing
beyond heat: cook,
distill, sublimate,
combine,
separate.

you do not need me. you’ve read
the manuals more. 

i’ll invent somewhere that hates you.

sterile, lonely.
fistful of dice.
ten trillion hit points.
save or die spikes.

the DEATH!!!!!