mmmcdxci

      ...but somebody gotta eat somebody,
      else a belly go empty.
                                —Glenn Ingersoll

life is a perverted swarm
of heat-seeking missiles
that soar about the globe,
each in fits and starts, 

searching for kindred
more feeble or prone to 

be caught off guard, 

which is to say that 

they prey on those of
us whose energy or
life force can be most
easily and efficiently
sucked dry in a sin

gular slurp. in other
words, on this planet,
you’re either a crumpled
dud or one sauntering
aimlessly without even
bothering to look where
you’re going or you’re
absolutely soaring.
which is to further
say that all of the
world’s perversion
comes down to us
few lucky soarers.
and who can blame
us, really? wouldn’t
you rather be an
erection, swooping
and swerving around
in the ever-vanishing
atmosphere, alert and
on the prowl for your
next life-renewing
victim, than some
enfeebled worm,

a slug that is 

stuck upon the

crust of this 

godforsaken 

earth just

twitching and
writhing its way
toward inevitable
oblivion? i thought so. 

now, if you’ll excuse me
while i get ready to 

hoover up. taste 

ya later!