nothing should be cognitive

the violent are blasting
fastly disappearing nature-space
across the street for useless capitalist homing
while black and mild smoke pours from my lungs
in a cold humidified atmosphere

i've got two bodies radiating
masculinity
distally, medially
they both equally break of
little pieces of my heart and
consume them

breaking down a single pillar
their humanity's in a blender
and i care but cannot stop

i just want to break down too:
bed all day with ruffled sheets
minimal clothing
smoke bellowing from
clean, virgin lungs.
space cadet badge, fair skin and
clear complexion.
mellow every vein and face muscle
become one with the surroundings,
the people you're surrounding

you have glory ahead of you
a long eventful road
and your heart races, sings and rises
with the prospect.