maybe he left his wedding ring in your **** by accident
that night when you told me
you wanted me to **** you
wearing his sordid black suit but
it was about four sizes too big and his
heart was four rooms too small.
i forget that the anthropoid chassis
possessed no ****** limitations.
and yet you were there,
wailing out cherries and
casuistry and swollen
macabre in absinthian
vinegar, wearing the dress
that i hate.
you have weak wrists,
you bruise by blue tuesdays.
--
maybe i left my gun in your **** by accident
that night when you told me
only love and explosives
got you off. i of course, went
for the least dangerous.
you forget that the anthropoid intellect
possessed no sadistic co-existence.
i'm just an ulcer when i am
inside you. you scratch me raw
and you make me
take off that face
that you hate.
my poetry lingers tight-lipped in taciturnity,
keeping you wet on your deathbed.
Nov 19, 2010
Nov 19, 2010 at 4:49 AM UTC
maybe he left his wedding ring in your **** by accident
that night when you told me
you wanted me to **** you
wearing his sordid black suit but
it was about four sizes too big and his
heart was four rooms too small.
i forget that the anthropoid chassis
possessed no ****** limitations.
and yet you were there,
wailing out cherries and
casuistry and swollen
macabre in absinthian
vinegar, wearing the dress
that i hate.
you have weak wrists,
you bruise by blue tuesdays.
--
maybe i left my gun in your **** by accident
that night when you told me
only love and explosives
got you off. i of course, went
for the least dangerous.
you forget that the anthropoid intellect
possessed no sadistic co-existence.
i'm just an ulcer when i am
inside you. you scratch me raw
and you make me
take off that face
that you hate.
my poetry lingers tight-lipped in taciturnity,
keeping you wet on your deathbed.
.
haha, i don't think many of you will like this.~ ohwell.
if you don't like, don't read it.
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