Poppinmy collar
2013
Panic in the living room
A Swedish purse between my blood
I wanna say I m without a groom
and I m swept away by the flood
Acrophobia on the ladder
I sound like a bassdrum, when I cough
I know I can do this much better
I m slated to slenderize the muff
Never touch a living tomb
that is scraping in the tidal
storm I know you ve passed my womb
I ve been Centaur of Tony Idle
I bestow life to the barn
try of backslash, without further ado
I show the dreams, I use to yarn
and prick my needle into you.
Come and touch my hazy song
the noise of our spheres colliding
this pall is where I ll always belong
when you keep my accolade abiding.
