transgenered abomination of laughing lilies
who was I when in thought of that life
reading the old pages of transfixed emotion tied into yours
but for another
with you
hearts nauseous and repugnant
fingers stilted
still 3 overweight words
breaking the air I speak on, somewhere blowing in the breeze
I hear its calling
no denial
no fight in lifes court
no
no
trial

no remembering kisses in april
no remembering broken bottles
no remembering a girl built castle
or the dazzle
scorn his devil
rot the bashful
inside of me, inconsistent in liqiuadating inervation
and defiant sensitivity

dance the night away when its humid
and sweat the sweat of slaves
dance on top of your ruins
and forget the lonely songs of yesterday