you need each other
like a vampires needs blood
you've always loved her ***
those long legs
unexpected arguments
the word no
fantasies of make up ***
make up ***
late night sneaking farts
off spring
springing
debt and drudgery
till half dead
weight gain from a sagging liver
and retching love
labyrinth's of desire and anger
divorce; the sword of Damocles
a mad hatter
Zyklon B shower
seeing stupid through her eyes
my face like a vitrine of broken masks
the way she looks in floppy slippers
or dressed up in black and pearls
snoring with a gaping mouth
of floating spirits in intricate patterns
of darkness made of nothing
making believe your with someone else
*** fantasies I've never spoken of
in sultry dioramas of glistening leg shows
mosaic starred
baiting unguent nights
on my knees again
eating thorns
and she is more adorable than the rumba
a hot arsonist setting me on fire
canopy of flowers
golden apples and blood
pouring down shade sun and rain
decades of the same sentences
and the same dead sea silences
in claustrophobic tangles
of devotion
seeing who dies first
or left desolate;
with a legacy
of gnawing remembrance
that chew moth to cloth
lantern of vapors; weeping
it beats the hell out of being alone
at the end
I go back to the beginning
the marrying kind
Mar 29, 2019
Mar 29, 2019 at 1:30 PM UTC
you need each other
like a vampires needs blood
you've always loved her ***
those long legs
unexpected arguments
the word no
fantasies of make up ***
make up ***
late night sneaking farts
off spring
springing
debt and drudgery
till half dead
weight gain from a sagging liver
and retching love
labyrinth's of desire and anger
divorce; the sword of Damocles
a mad hatter
Zyklon B shower
seeing stupid through her eyes
my face like a vitrine of broken masks
the way she looks in floppy slippers
or dressed up in black and pearls
snoring with a gaping mouth
of floating spirits in intricate patterns
of darkness made of nothing
making believe your with someone else
*** fantasies I've never spoken of
in sultry dioramas of glistening leg shows
mosaic starred
baiting unguent nights
on my knees again
eating thorns
and she is more adorable than the rumba
a hot arsonist setting me on fire
canopy of flowers
golden apples and blood
pouring down shade sun and rain
decades of the same sentences
and the same dead sea silences
in claustrophobic tangles
of devotion
seeing who dies first
or left desolate;
with a legacy
of gnawing remembrance
that chew moth to cloth
lantern of vapors; weeping
it beats the hell out of being alone
at the end
I go back to the beginning
the marrying kind
