cant
by X.Z.
diamond light on the mirror
but fuck i’m never nearer
this rotten dust bin
the extralegal sin
you can’t smoke on bracketed blocks
with cracked clocks
you can’t you can’t you can’t
i blow strains on ‘em all
but nothing’s fun since satan’s fall
stuck am i with a black star
too many gear slashes at the bar
life, a close shave
and we can’t stop the wave
we can’t we can’t we can’t
never full, never weak
red cape on a bull, the pervert’s lucky peek
and me, the only one to blame
i’m jealous of the fame
the claps and cheers
the steers’ burning rears
but i’m in my relativity cab
making mother earth quite drab
the stars, nothing but bright suction
but fuck it: nihilism: an introduction
too in love for the leach
failure: i can’t breach
i can’t i can’t i can’t
wave to me in the back
it’s where history’s at
X.Z. sniffs glue too.
Image Credit: Glukupikron (2025) by Natasha Zinos
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