two days had passed
since i first met you
and i'm already deep in love

but like a hobo in a phone booth
my mind's already cut in half

i'm already feeling angry
finding nails in my ass cheeks
i'm already hiding eyeballs
at the sight of tonguing freaks

i'm already walking slower
at the edges of a sidewalk
i'm already cheaply smiling
like a parasite-filled hawk

in the quiet of an absent cellphone
i untie my steaming shoes
life, according to friedrich nietzsche,
is a struggle great men choose