what is evil, what does it mean?
how does it act?
does it have tea or coffee?
they say the devil’s a gentleman,
does that make gentlemen evil?
i think evil is something
beyond,
something “over” in terms inwhich we would view it as
(my apologies nietzche).
no one here is talking about “evil” per se
here:
everyone’s talking up a storm of bullshit.
evil is not inconsideration, or pettiness, or racism,
or, if i may so,”skull-fucking” (kudos to MV)
evil is pure, real,
and without remorse.
evil is subtle, like a hand that fits too well
into yours when you shake
it.
(in broad daylight)
evil is not narcissism, it does not neccesarily love
itself: evil is its contradiction.
evil is not a choice.
evil is much more honest about itself than altruism.
we, ourselves
at times, certainly
yearn, only
to imagine.

we are then, at this
that neither has space nor floor
to get our bearings. we can’t
even say that we’re floating
(i’m not superman, are you?)
on receiving
and transmtting ends, two
antennae picking/sticking up signals
(when did transmission begin?how did we know what to tune into?)
and if asked what exactly is the precise nature of our frequencies
what would we say?
maybe: “a something somewhat somebody had told me this kind of thing happens
sometime between two people but i didn’t buy it for a second until this someone had gotten a hold of me and kind of coerced me with their words to want an inkling (an inking?) of a little more they just seemed real interesting and real sincere and real far away which of course if both good and bad depends on what your real life is at if it’s anywhere but they were there so that made even my real life even more interesting so they had asked me fro my address and next thing you know it gets kind of freaky but not that heart stutter freaky but that real calm freaky where you know it’s not just another roll in the hay (which is impossible at this point unless of course one of us decides to dramatically alter their lives) and it’s just really nice to have it at a distance right at your fingetips actually anytime you want to and they’re there at least you know in spirit (and practically a spirit at this point too) but i wonder if either one of us would actually get the chance to touch one another nothing crazy mind you just a hug or a peck just something to ground this into reality but not ground this too far into the ground because even weeds can drwon but i don’t know when we got on this jag but i don’t mind it i’m just going to follow this thread even if i can’t see where i’m going..”
maybe, one of us
would.

I turn her
hand away
from grasping
an under-
standing
of me.
but her smile
cleaves
a corner
scar
that by silence
swallows me.
and her thigh.
especially her breast
listening
to the sound
that escapes
some-
where
I know I feel.