the goofy stuff is painful

disease and his desperate gown held tightly by your abstinence, you know, yes, you do, that breathless thing/ that took what reason prisoner/ here’s what will happen: you will try out various tricks, just like photography/ some of it will stick to the wall, and some of it won’t/ voices are like that and so is blood/ you’ll either do it or you won’t/ all of a sudden, it’s more and more ruthless/ the infinite book of secrecies will belong just to you/ the rest of us will not believe it, and other things will draw the blood i speak about/ it will hurt/ it never means anything until it hurts/ baggage always has a boarding pass to slavery/ rows 25 to 92, please board now/ to qualify for the infinitesimal moments of success, all of them ephemeral, the people you love will have to be the people you leave behind/