01-03-2013, 04:11 AM
I'll have to recite this one the way I hear it in my head and post it as a link. Eventually.
he teeters with the nozzles on my jukebox
past eleven thirty-
nine sighs trapped by metal creeds of monster
capsules lodged in my brain
where heaven lies
lies pain where everybody
lies.
and I know I don’t make sense but this
effervescent stench blasts microbes of lily bubbles
in the clench of cilia not fit to sniff.
i hear it’s a shame to be sad and
have a distant past and a
monument of blame
shackled in the grains of webbed thoughts
not fit
NOT FIT to entertain minds less traveled by
and you quote Frost (I FUCKING QUOTE FROST)
expecting tamer girls to jump to your lost
sense of purpose and rise to the surface of your
neverlasting righteousness.
into diseased whims and private underpins
piece of shit talker
steady stealthy stalker sustaining schisms
LESS. FUCKING. TRAVELED BY.
I count the squares in my linens
I time all my inter-isms,
I fall into spaces more traveled by.
---
i would love to listen to fake moans vibrating
out of door hinges from your floorless bedroom
but baby,
now i fuck till i bleed-
as if to ensure i’ll never have
enough blood coursing through my body
to hate you again.
he teeters with the nozzles on my jukebox
past eleven thirty-
nine sighs trapped by metal creeds of monster
capsules lodged in my brain
where heaven lies
lies pain where everybody
lies.
and I know I don’t make sense but this
effervescent stench blasts microbes of lily bubbles
in the clench of cilia not fit to sniff.
i hear it’s a shame to be sad and
have a distant past and a
monument of blame
shackled in the grains of webbed thoughts
not fit
NOT FIT to entertain minds less traveled by
and you quote Frost (I FUCKING QUOTE FROST)
expecting tamer girls to jump to your lost
sense of purpose and rise to the surface of your
neverlasting righteousness.
into diseased whims and private underpins
piece of shit talker
steady stealthy stalker sustaining schisms
LESS. FUCKING. TRAVELED BY.
I count the squares in my linens
I time all my inter-isms,
I fall into spaces more traveled by.
---
i would love to listen to fake moans vibrating
out of door hinges from your floorless bedroom
but baby,
now i fuck till i bleed-
as if to ensure i’ll never have
enough blood coursing through my body
to hate you again.
I'll be there in a minute.

