57th prayer to G

i have the freaks/bitchosphere keeping vigil on my dreams overnight

the tapeworm comes soon after ive started going outside

men in cars film me all the time, before first light, theyve arrived

ill go for my walk, surrounded by young men on every side

the tapeworm of course will be there, the circus’ main ride

who are all you people, the parade without eyes

seems youre the one missing, G, for you an endless fight