The Jello latrine

My aging fingers dance frozen
on this keyboard of suffering joy.
Rabid angels of spiteful care
soar impatiently around my cotton skull
As if they were porn stars
waiting in line
for their turn.
Loves hateful stare burns
circles with corners
across my unkempt brow.
I feel young again.
I feel old.
Changes prick me.
Pricks change me.
Life is what it is.
Jello and piss.

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