CHEMICALS




nothing more than a rancid,


beautiful,


sexual ardour.





you made it so easy?





                pissy pheromones

                    and sugary sweat

make me feel
        
                           like more.




now the phenol has ceased to flow,

(discarding my sense of space and time).



like stepping into the greatest horror of all,

stroking an empty glass bottle.

hoping

that a vitriolic 




                             drop




remains.