SOME KIND OF MODERN TRAGEDY…

spending all my time on people who don’t matter      --
sisyphus severing ties
with the mountain ignoring the composition of
earth as a culmination of those who matter alone
on that mountain sisyphus climbs
falls
crushed
digs his nails in and rises so it must
matter
on grindr ur typing & not typing i imagine
u on top of me holding me down and filling me
and i know damn well i don't
matter to you
// sisyphus throwing rocks at fags dragging the biggest
by leash
and collar
pink dildo , nails dig into the mattress
cotton mouth feels more like talc talc crumbling when you
fuck my throat w/
hands wrapped around my ribs
meeting at a prayer
of pushing that

on people who i don’t matter to.
wasting time
hill
rock up a

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