Nail yourself to the wall and run away

a murky shade of fuck grey/green the

scent of a senseless dawn.



Stretch me flat and bare bottom round me

to the end of the sea. Patch the leak with

gum and come to the the party tonight, for what

sinks will sink.



To draw you with a ruler would be a sin.

To fuck you with it would be a dream.

Broken steel cigarette with a rusted filter

hangs from her bloated dicey mouth as she grabs

the top of the cellar door and attempts to touch

her nose to her feet.



When asked if she'd ever been touched by an angel

she raised her head and spit the rust from her teeth

and managed to dribble out "No, just fucked by a ghost!"

06/15/2009

Posted on 06/15/2009
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