borders for hoarders
underneath floorboards
hidden in corners believed
to be lovers
im sick
haven't you heard?

endless frustrations + countless infatuations
resenting myself backwards
into knots I cant begin to fathom
blown blue are my thighs
til night I bloom
before the descriptive death of you

supposedly
birds fly
In rhythm to
***
drop
drips
of sea,
for a kind of tastebud
damnation
Only a
drama contortionist could
believe in.
Ultimatums cause heavy weight
champions
to stop for champagne in the burbs,
expensive gas at a blank station
base plantation.

Come froth at the mouth at us for freedom.

Fatal truth
And liberated corsages
with any luck slipping off wrists of loose girls + tight women under guise of raspberry liquor
Caloric vibration + energy consumption.

On earth owls call,
clawing face till the mice run home or die to mate.
You’d like to know that blood and lipstick share a goal,
but stay unknowing in your facefuck view.

Drinking smoke you scrawl
“I was here”
on any surface another version of yourself can fall in love with.

faceless and gone we are here.
Clinging to our underwear in times of doom, dropping ******* in an almost everlasting freedom from it.

Rolling tobacco for each other, love is immediate and afraid!

I hope you find a better medium than beating your own *** with the cliches

poem

fascinated with the talk of a stripper
Talk faster, im draining you mister