Dissolve To Spite Saturation

Dissolve to spite saturation

Kiss to spite sleeping. (Some things are worth the bags under your eyes.)

Sleep to spite grinding.

Dance to spite stagnation,

Recession, and Stasis.

Hold hands to spite her for not loving you.

Cry to spite ignorance, Because this is so real. Don’t Run.

Curse to spite formality

Fuck to spite love

Scream to spite stillness

Speak nothing to spite the noise

Cook to spite insecurity, (you can feed yourself. This is Important.)

Laugh to spite death

Die to spite life

Sing to spite silence

Speak truth to spite bullshit

Sleep to spite the world (cause I am my own rock, especially when I dream)

Dream to spite reality

Smoke to spite rationality

Don’t smoke (stoke sober) to spite anything that ever tried to fool you or slow you.

Howl to spite evolution (there are some things we should never lose.)

Read to spite writing

Make Moves to spite crying

Write to spite them for missing the point

Scratch to spite smoothness (cause I ain’t always soft)

Caress to spite calluses (cause I ain’t always hard)

Camp to spite comfort.

Spit to spite lying

Live to spite dying

Be present to spite The Future

Forget to spite The Past. Let It Go. It will simply be what it was. There is nothing less

Complicated.

Never spite The Present.

And smile with your eyes, they are the most honest things about you. And while I’m Thinking about seeing:

Close your eyes to spite vulnerability.  There are patterns on those closed cave walls. Learn from them. And remember, In the end, Say to yourself:

They are mine. Not Yours.

                                                                        (Sometimes they’re yours)

Be alone to spite the crowds

Be together to spite the darkness

And

Make Love and don’t shower. Soak in it Sticky. (I don’t want to wash you off of me.) Whisper to my hands and hair, tickle my sense of smell and I’ll remember and smile To Spite Axe Deodorant for trying to convince me that Cool Metal is something I ever want to smell like.

I’d rather smell like flushed veins,

warm stains.

I’d rather smell like your hair.

I got poetry in motion to give me my Sense of Smell

I’ll leave the Cold Metal for the robots.

Don’t be a robot.

And Love Despite It All.