remember when you ****** the marrow out of my bones
slurp and down in your belly
and how angry empty it was
and how you tried to fill them back up
with words like cottonballs
and how hollow they were and how hollow were my bones
and how our sounds had changed
from warm and slick slippery ******* when we parted
to dull clackety skeletons
accidentally bouncing off each other:
dry tock-tock-tocks and echoes
and now my marrow’s all grown back
and rosy is my colour again
and if i jump your bones now
maybe it will sound softer and squashier
maybe we can be moist again
maybe we can be apart but not lacking warmth
and maybe we can be parted but not lacking warmth
Jun 22, 2010
Jun 22, 2010 at 12:58 PM UTC
remember when you ****** the marrow out of my bones
slurp and down in your belly
and how angry empty it was
and how you tried to fill them back up
with words like cottonballs
and how hollow they were and how hollow were my bones
and how our sounds had changed
from warm and slick slippery ******* when we parted
to dull clackety skeletons
accidentally bouncing off each other:
dry tock-tock-tocks and echoes
and now my marrow’s all grown back
and rosy is my colour again
and if i jump your bones now
maybe it will sound softer and squashier
maybe we can be moist again
maybe we can be apart but not lacking warmth
and maybe we can be parted but not lacking warmth
- december 2009