i dreamt of a boy
thistles with pickles and ice cream
one pale thing by the name of Sublunar 96B
he told me his mother tasted of cheese
i spat him out
donkey teeth
with a stuck jawbone
ladies and gentlemen, these are my hands
my knees
i cut out his eye for his exchange for a kind of affection
adam and eve kind
supposed roses and lightening between my legs
it doesn't exist for Paul and I
instead i take the color of his iris and make use of his holding carnal expectation and assumption
paint his pupil color for my bedpost
on thursdays i hang the little oculus around my neck
and at night put it in the back of the cupboard
his mother thanks me for it
puts a bit of moonlight
hypodermic in squiggling veins
in the morning we wear each other's face
Jan 23, 2018
Jan 23, 2018 at 3:21 AM UTC
i dreamt of a boy
thistles with pickles and ice cream
one pale thing by the name of Sublunar 96B
he told me his mother tasted of cheese
i spat him out
donkey teeth
with a stuck jawbone
ladies and gentlemen, these are my hands
my knees
i cut out his eye for his exchange for a kind of affection
adam and eve kind
supposed roses and lightening between my legs
it doesn't exist for Paul and I
instead i take the color of his iris and make use of his holding carnal expectation and assumption
paint his pupil color for my bedpost
on thursdays i hang the little oculus around my neck
and at night put it in the back of the cupboard
his mother thanks me for it
puts a bit of moonlight
hypodermic in squiggling veins
in the morning we wear each other's face
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