Jan 2015
A love sick gut
A guy who knows enough, Ivehad enough lessons, suckling fat, stuck to the ribs UGHHGHGHHHHHHHHHH
I want to sink my teeth, a craving
Like no other itching at the spine, pickled in a salty solution of time
Cramping my empty stomach, stargazing turrets machine head massacre
Frolicking in fictional fragments for flabbergasted nonentity
Spinning in circles, spent
Elongated taffy candy, rubbed in bourbon, succulent and tasty, craving another...
A guy who knows enough, Ivehad enough lessons, suckling fat, stuck to the ribs UGHHGHGHHHHHHHHHH
I want to sink my teeth, a craving
Like no other itching at the spine, pickled in a salty solution of time
Cramping my empty stomach, stargazing turrets machine head massacre
Frolicking in fictional fragments for flabbergasted nonentity
Spinning in circles, spent
Elongated taffy candy, rubbed in bourbon, succulent and tasty, craving another...
mmmmmmm I want it, I can almost taste it, it passes by like a car on the opposite side of the freeway, a glimpse, a moment, presence? alertness? wisdom? mysterious well of creativity, gimme a glimpse, I sold you my soul god ******!!!!
