Literally, hey! Why are there cinders spilling fro… Is there... like a switch? Shit. I tried to pick up my phone… I don’t think I can go to the bat…
The kind of woman who walks naked… Covered in oil Who blows lavender smoke into lace And sleeps dressed in beads of lus… Who bends to dust your heart off
Do you miss the mountains? When you lay in bed at night 10 past twelve and your toes kicki… Kicking at life Do you picture the sun warming you…
Let’s go for a walk Let’s burn the midnight oil And discuss tomorrows like we’re w… Slowly and with trepidation Are you cold? Let me hold you
Finally, I howl. My fingers soaked in seven or so m… Of pent up lust, admiration and de… The scream comes from someplace de… I keep it going longer in order to…
You are the rain hanging in the ai… Filling me with sap You are heavy like the thunder Rolling overhead rolling over, ove… When the heat just has to break
Generational wealth is the unfores… Totem pole of our time and date I have a dearth of good qualities Optimum language of the plummiest… More self control than dozens befo…
The Eternal Pearl and His Maiden Invisible in the eye Of the two great lovers We do not warrant counting She, a fertile blushing blue
Is it really so silly To think the stars may control our… That the heavens move both our sea… What then is god, to you? Is it your business
I heard the t-t-ticking We stood in our underwear Drinking juice glasses of tequila In Liz Taylor’s kitchen My baby face was thinning
It’s a fever in the night A black cone turned into a mirror… An incandescence you try to forget It’s the glittering fetid overwhel… To re-split the atom with an axe
Just us and the snow Speaking only in clouds of steam Like parched dragons We are the kings of this morning I can only hope to relive this mom…
There is now a hole In the middle of my chest It’s all begun to spill out Memories and memento mori Feelings kept hidden
I’ve begun to notice Your names everywhere. One of you lives in that book on t… The other repeats in a song that… Over and over,
Call me Apollo Whisper it into a landline receive… Wring your hands While considering the implications Of feminine control dressed
