All Together Now

The joy of it, the joy of hate

spewing from every mouth,

like orange-candy spittle waterfalls.

Drowning in the joy of bile

in the close coughing parasite crawling

many-legged, sparkling gasoline rainbow

from the orifices of our faces,

out of the corner of our eyes.

Where would we be without each other

to weep these insect legs upon?

Brittle and squirming

with little hooks on the end

to tear off skin

like laughter curling up in a skull.