those blood red curtains
can you hear me behind the curtain?
where i determine
what is worth it
and what stinks of indistinct pearl, tonnes
of trash that flow
in the rhythms of narcotics
and the tonics slowly grow
to become all i can sense beyond
nothing
can you hear me singing
slit wrists behind the curtains
im certain of
everything that is outside the
divisions, catachisms
that break against the wake of
pained colonics
sit back, hear these words as sonic play-things
its been a while since
i gripped the fire
and the liars have gathered
in covens of haggard matrons with no
apron strings attached to
snake back upon themselves to
stink of indistinct
stink of spilled ink
if i survive the raging fires
do i earn a place in the higher levels
well whatever.
well, forever, baby
detox/retox
our feet are cooling in the water
white and waving flags beneath
who’s the coward in surrender?
i speak through broken bloody teeth
|
the violins have started ringing
no fat lady joins in singing
|
up on the ridge the last sun lives
and from the darkness tucked behind
in the clefts of waterwillows
an hours-early train arrives
|
climb the steps back to the grasses
‘darling -‘, pass me last remarks
|
fingers whisper in each other
bait and hook and
fuck i’m gone
braid your hair to wrap the tracks
hold us home. vibrating - warm
|
wash back to the ocean’s edge
waves are breaking spray again
glowstatic asked: Well... this is awkward. P.S. Don't follow me, I'm embarrassed.
failing to see the awkward so im gonna have to now. curiosity, meet cat.
llovvelly asked: Nah I'm not fighting back really because you're cuteness distracts me
because you are teh homo
