The Talk

I asked a girl if she was a virgin.

She said she never gave a fuck.


Vacuous collectors of culture
place what treasures,
procured from fresh burial mounds,
upon the sepulchral table
or the sepulchral book shelf
or the sepulchral mantle.

Holy, holy, holy,
more self-appointed priest
of days past
than rebel, inhaling
even the smell to consecrate
your supple bodies.

From dust to ashes
in the sepulchral tray,
anoint your forehead
with a nicotine patch
to preserve sacred youth
or reinvent your faith.


Preventative Measures

Kill me
if I ever start