| i like what i fucking like |
wanna a banana

misshapen porcelain you brokeout of angermisshapen porcelain you broke
but i air pocket when
broca waves ribbons of white clay
forming the words like kaolin deposits so careless and wet. i can't keep the shape like a cold, shiny infant like the window of this car pressed against my forehead. the heat signature must feel
fevered like a fresh piss spot, i want, in winter sheets.
give this toddler a pulse; this 2005 cavalier.
traffic pulls backwards and cold at the drawstring connected to my navel. so many wheels scream maaaaaaama
child's play correlating t


sun soaked bansheeswinter cuts skeletal fingers from black bark we float beneath the blue vitriol of early februarysun soaked banshees
the corpse of my sunglasses lay between the door and the passenger seat, grave half forgotten like an earth folded indian of old
in a tin can on an electric line of string i admire each stretch mark on the stomach of heaven


In FebruaryIn February,In February
her face is simplified to zero. The cystic
fist breaks open, empty: your teeth are in the other palm, a bitten enamel expiration date. In February she sleeps on granite, eyes open and spine
whip-lashing the wall. You search for numbers in alluvial grooves, the cracks of knuckle bones; jaybirds mother you, shrieking
calcium calcium calcium. In February she rips the dress from her thighs, tears into the dermis. you trample entire forests, eyes soldered to the stars which vanish one by one under your desire.
In February, she is cornered an
--
dopamiine.
--
dopamiine.
no, you're right. i'm far too lazy to dig through your old shit
--
dopamiine.
--
Don't let your name outweigh who you are.
--
I itch & pain all over
with hate of time &
tedium Save me!
Kill me!
--
dopamiine.
--
Ff
Previous Page12345...Next Page