(their waiting to get warm..)

They lost the ignorance.
They took a shuttle
and burnt the witches
down down in Seattle:
made your own mother
a watery bad of waffle.

(How come are you
still drunk, Michael?)

Lana del Ray is singin'
in our backyard - and I
never felt so hard: close.

Up, up, up!
He's back!
She ain't never come-in' back!
She ain't never come-in' back!

Where's your apartment?
Where's your apartment?
How's Annie? How's *Annie?

And as we get undress
by the sparkling image
of a Jennifer-Love-Hewitt
randomly on our TV -
we too are turned on.

Turn the TV on.
Turn the TV on.

You smile, gal. You smile.
You smile and say Hi Daddy -
as I penetrate you with my gun.

Bang. Bang. Bang.

There you go, she said.
She always do.
Like she should.
Oh, oh, oh… Oh.

Cigarette puffs and
morning bluffs
all tied down to
some handcuffs
ugly girl's poem
petty little problem
on my handkerchief
on my lost soul of
slime, treachery and
fruit colored nails
and your own scuff -
who said you hurt?

Come. Come. Come again.

And as the elevator
lit itself up your thighs
you touch my lemon -
and you smile.


I finally transcended my sword
and I'm bound to an unlit world
as I spill my yogurt on your curves.

Now.. Why so insecurr??