Thursday, April 8, 2010

Control
blue brass bones
slowest in show
to recover the whole
Decompose,
I suppose
is the flare and the flow
of how all things go

What a hold
while we knew what to do
who's gonna tell us to stop
What a hold
wildly you shut things down
rearing to go

Introvert
outside your skirt
under your leggings
I found a tag
cut with a knife,
tailor the side
outsides gush
stop love,
inside is fine
inside is lovely
you knew to stop
before I'd even go

said an alibi,
the witness
over wits end
had it up to here and here
and here she said
explodes the demolition
because we don't live there
sold the house
they took the furniture half off

oh we're fucking for keepsake
fucking mistakes
are just great,
clearing the dishrack
empty your plate
fucking for first,
and fucked alone in last place.

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