Sir Ganshill, knight of the square table! by Johnny Crimson...there she lye sleeping above the sheets
her body in the shape of a question mark
and through my own ignorance
(my fuck her and ditch) fingerprints
I have selectively excluded the
undeniable (insatiable) fact
that I know where the dot goes.
And this is a period of time
when the gates go up
and the wolves appear
and I'm constantly reminding
myself that this is only temporary
(double meaning)
double meaning
In a dream I reached inside her
and at the end of a scarred steel finger
lied that spectacle of nature who's
untimely determination always seems
to keep me away
and
I ate it. 12/12/2008 Posted on 12/12/2008 Copyright © 2024 Johnny Crimson
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