lie. go on do it some more. it's refreshing. it's not been like this in so long i have forgotten how it tastes.
like a strong perfume. bitter.
hate it in my mouth
especially when you put it in there
with your
mouth.
sliding it in
sometimes
unnoticed
til i wake
feel like im choking
undigested
matter
tell me again these things that are not true
defend it
viciously
until i see it
and say it
and then beg me
viciously
blame me for having to do it
of course
it's me
beat poet travel ing look ing for inspiration seek ing self in the move ment
Monday, September 26, 2011
Monday, September 12, 2011
if there was a king
to him
id pay him homage
with incense and murals
in oiled acrylic blood matter
profess my darkest love
for all things savior and political
save me from myself
o reign over me
the wildest plebeian you ever saw
torn tights turned black from the sky drip tar
keep it all together
to overthrow
at the most unexpected time
to him
id pay him homage
with incense and murals
in oiled acrylic blood matter
profess my darkest love
for all things savior and political
save me from myself
o reign over me
the wildest plebeian you ever saw
torn tights turned black from the sky drip tar
keep it all together
to overthrow
at the most unexpected time