an audience that does not exist

i am hydrocortizone
or amphetimine
the chaos of white cream
rubbed thin over thick skin

the finite film of some happy
möbius stripped and ready
for the lust of snakes

oh beasts, you wretched
wordless pen-weilding fools,
justify your means

let me run faster than
the lies that feed us
that drive us to finish

another pill, bitter
swallowed with the deserved
and undeserved

I will be the rub
that lies therein
above or stands below

the circle of gifts wrapped
that conceal nothing
from the stars

oh beasts, trace my steps
the circumference of the earth
and the depths of the sea

until your wretched words
are love and love and love
unjustified and mean.