(2014)
shut my eyes and squeeze my demand, the point of a spear. what will happen.
love does not beat on doors, beg at tables. it is always
webwomb’s not the maker of me. came into it as falling is done. down, only always
root it out the tiny bit left that says someone’s in charge not you. don’t let it live
a breeze. already know what’s what. shut up. kiss her. shut up...
love me past the edges, stances and masks, deeper than i know things.
they really do know how to shove something up your ass like
we go walking around walking all over this town nothing ever getting us down cause we’re just a couple of clown…
first fruits hardly a handful, the garden
yes, darling you should come & take care of me, someone has to, & you
the conquering child turns 50, gets the gag out its mouth, says here i am. let’s play now
bring me things to break myself upon till
you’ve been invited, stupid asshol… to remember things differently, wh… it means to be human, even. dumb shit, you’ll always let someone el… handle it, whatever always happens
yeah, the contract the social one, so long ago supposedly agreed to, we were born instead into. what
I will meet you in the open air, & pet your pony’s nose. You will be