The First Piss of the Day is the Darkest

by James Knight

You do you
You do squid-muscle gunk gun
You do heavy facelift poetry
You do the trick where all the human blemishes are disappeared from the wasteland and all that’s left is a neon reverie
You do the thunder in the me
You do unannounced shifts in policy resulting in linguistic entropy
You do the brain fight at the orgy
You do the wasp the wolverine the love-rat
You do the dance of the dodo
You do nanobot bolognaise
You do endtimes edamame served with broiled children in the heat of the subterranean compound
You do a face that looks special though no one remembers it
You do doggy names
You do what’s that thing called when
You do dirty jackdaw sunrise
You do chicken
You do a synonym followed by another synonym and then our heads fall off
You do aspect
You do statue poses in sync with Napalm Death
You do that wonderful thing darling so wonderful you know that thing that thing darling where you make your teeth go inside-out it’s hilarious darling you know so wonderful
You do are you owed money
You do going on stage an hour late and fucking off for a vape 30 minutes in
You do incest surveys
You do ursine hedonism
You do crumb
You do the youest you you can because I believe in you
You do the burning slogan
You do necrotic self-help
You do hot tub damage
You do ingratitude thou marble-hearted fiend
You do sex trees
You do a red fist on the table then fighters airborne
You do saving for a rainy day
You do an ineffable presence made of blubber vastness and smoke
You do a client list and eat it for breakfast
You do a sword of flame with a pommel of chewing gum
You do annihilation candy
You do please don’t leave me please I’ll do anything I’ll say anything to make you
You do calling it a wrap when the actor ejaculates
You do filling the air with words until all the oxygen is gone
You do a smear of shit down every smartphone screen
You do hostile charity
You do discourse that erases both subject and object
You do earth hath not anything to show more fair
You do symphonies of melted skin
You do it was just a joke man don’t take it so seriously
You do when people start talking about Derrida I reach for my pillow
You do happy happy happy harpy happy happy
You do it because I believe in you
You do it whatever it is I don’t care
You do it doesn’t matter no one was counting
You do you’re lying through your
You do harmful side-effects include
You do I can make your worst dreams come true
You do your own
You do you

James Knight is a poet, artist, performer and publisher based in the UK. Publications include Cosmic Horror (Hem Press), Rites & Passages (Salò Press), Machine (Trickhouse Press) and Void Voices (Hesterglock Press). Website: www.thebirdking.com