there’s something to be said
about the way you flicker
how you make things taste
then I touch
you leave me aching
yet your glowing sparks entice further
until only dark remains
the yellow moon is hanging over roof tops
as i pedal silently through the quiet streets
the stench of recently deceased chickens,
sur la masse... |
the city is sleepwalking
i move between spaces
below ground our train
induces mid-level panic
within commuters fragile minds
my neck itche... |
You belong with the mice and water
In the sewers of my mind
I think we should take a break and...
I think you should die
{I’m not fit for t... |
put them together my friend
put them together with your hands
sweeping up pieces of me
sweeping of pieces of you
that hair elastic shal... |
How. often. do you. have to. grind. into me. without me. realizing. you would be. a good. lover. I’m getting gang-banged by my past and you just... |
sweeping up pieces of me
sweeping up pieces of you
that hair elastic you left on the floor
ill keep it there
a reminder of you |
I need a name for the part of the the tide
where the most of the flotsam goes
the part of the water responsible
for the cramping of the rows
of... |
I love my woman when she's in my arms
when her head is rested on my chest
its when I am the closest to her charms
that I forget how much I need... |
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