Black and yellow heart breaks,
dangerous knife throws and the empty bombs,
full of ;
Here comes the faceless man,
Pleased by her stretched thighs, the sweaty cigarettes she burns one after another & her thick eyes,
"I want you to look ****"
"Is that a fantasy?" she asks
"Yes," he says, "it's been a thousand years,
thirty-minute hands & 60 pills!"
"Look," he says, "I want you to set me on fire, now!" & takes a **** in an art museum behind a Picasso masterpiece.
"All right," she says, "let's wait for a while, come on back to bed!"
The faceless man instantly crawls towards a dry quiet kiss where innocence and vulgarity both are so awkwardly present...
- Samar Charulingah Godfrey