We sit across each-other in our favorite bar, discussing if the glass is half empty or half full. But darling, we seem to not be able to realize, that the empty ones are we, trying to fill the void with whiskey and coke. We pour sparkling wine into our hearts, just so we can pretend we are not broken. We sip until our head starts spinning, giving us courage to finally go home. The cab driver turns up the music, so he won’t hear us kissing on the backseat. But our thoughts are even louder. We press our ***** bodies against cold mirrors, because it is the only way we can give each-other goosebumps. Exhaling sharply we melt down on the hard ground. We hug so tight, our bodies form the most komplex knot while we cry our pain out.
In the linoleum dungeon Sparkling swiffer creature Squirts the floor Calls polyphemic odors Opening
And the crazy stench of allspice Biting lime and draconian breath Burning the nostril coins Copper shield bending the cilia Oven mitts plastered with narcotic grease and decomposing meals Of yesteryear Unclear She speaks between steaming inspirations
Exhale the fire
It's'a hotta pasta lasagna As the helicopters flap their handy rotories Fast fractal birds In circumfereferential motion Cool down our mouths Ice cubes in the juice Plop a shot of gin With that silly child's grin
And the room slowly cants Begins to spin As we laugh at the spots we cannot Pin
Staring at the stellar mountain chains Thrusted stone Busted metal Stabbing up into the sky Competition
Where is the home beyond the horizon Where we ate good meals Not made alone With parental guidance As the days were stolen By the erosive time That spinning wheel
It's deep in us now And the cells metastasized Realized That heaven is ****.