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The velvet dutch and crescent moon tops egg me on
like your eyelids
something that aches but is never understood
-a call to zero-
That minus signs the dividing line between your hips and I'm
smiling sideways at her shakes.
I would swallow you like an earthquake if only to spare the moment.
The movement fucked my face
that single canned lunar monotony, slave a waste in jealousy I wait, awake with dog sled eyes
We'd golf in the evening split lips in the summer, some fucked fanfare wisdom, the age of the moonlight
Plaster posters of this good life
under the noses of those who are always reaching for one touch
from venom finger tips
floral designs in my teeth, I have come clean, made my choice, she fell stained between the bedposts, her ghost stayed when the time froze
I'd watch you fall if only to catch you like a disease,
She'd let you lick dick if you aim to please
this kind of hell,
borders contagious. with a splinter in your tongue, drink the salt right out of the ocean
aced i'm through, quit campaign, call me out ,
for the fingered heat of closeness. We were all there for getting poked
and hit with shit.. no one knew she was watching, no one turned around in the moment
Suck my saline dreams into your feverish sky. Tell my mother I'll never make it home again alive.
Cave dug instinct,
a carnival closeness of unfamiliarity,
sleep the day, watch it from the backside of your eyelid, in a cloth case that covers as you float down the dam
Every selfish prick thinks i need this
like a dog needs a bone. like light years are the only form of time and I've got my whole life ahead of me to bend. to bend over. to bend and break
And it's for him, i hope you're reading this now, for the ones you've touched please mean it, like a whitewash parade.
I've got a cup of clorox and a pulsing hand grenade.
And for you I'd make big dinners, and blow up in the sky, just to serve someone who rapes the world, what an honor, what a guy.
If I could smoke myself out of this crack pipe that you refer to as the tunnel of love, then maybe rehab is for quitters and i can be addicted to something else...besides you.
If I could fuck my way from darkened caves, the swelling of vaginal walls, I'd puke and run straight down this canal, to someone else's lodge.
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