Using the crowbar on me — I am more tired than angry
with you — endlessly waiting — I’m aware you don’t love me;
the way you love the scarlet lady out your backdoor
I’m shaking alone — only the veins in my forehead
pulse – applaud my effort — goddammit… will you notice me —
and if I could scream — would it blow a hole though my neck
swirling and flowing like bloooo-oood – she seems so lazy – it’s
cool and blue; it’s a slow fuck like jazz; g’head look in the crater
lick suck swim, come out to eat her;
g’on baby, work with me sinister…
— for three eyes make our monster — the tender plot of my
belly — two to splatter recklessly—like your fingers… across my face —-
so if you touch me — be sure to bury the pink petals…tie me up fast —-
faster, oh baby — if you could only see me now; now on the floor,
a slumped fist after the show — you’d know, how I hate you —
when you suck her you’d know to hold my wrists as I come
to ravage you – to tell you —
Tender petal of tongue in my mouth — how much
— how much.
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