The Suicide kid (kamikaze dude)

D. David Croot has been writing on and off (pretty much continually) for nineteen hundred years. He is no preternatural creature, no real special abilities or heightened desires to speak of, but he’s put in his four-trillion hours and it’s all for you my sweaty precious and sublimely beautiful creatures.

The Suicide kid (kamikaze fella)

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There’s this kid I have seen for fifteen years

walks the streets with a bag on his back

I don’t know where he’s going

Doubt he does too

Out

Just out

so he doesn’t blow his brain against the refrigerator

Out so he doesn’t stick his dick in a blender or the dog’s anus

He has that face

Out! so he can see what he can burn and set alight

Never seen him smile

Never seen him do anything

other than coming and going on that one road

Alone, frozen but moving

He has that face

that does not age

In senseless action he’s