We will invogorate!

I too am not a bit tamed, I too am untranslatable,
I sound my barbaric yawp over the roofs of the world.

I am going to hit that void running. it’s going to be damn fun.

we drew everything up inside of and began to move with the night, total debauchery.

“we are the beautiful people,” they explained “the ones who live well and party hard, we are the ones you need to know.

You are under my skin with your tongue.
And I find myself here, longing, along that edge

wanting that return, that thing, unspoken

I can feel myself splitting into an image of myself
and there is no age, no self, I am splitting, surrender

this vortex, you vortex, are nameless, brave
nameless, unususual, wearing strange clothes,
walking strange streets, and never do you appear to me
as I expect

your tongue is against my skin
I find myself searching out the repositioning