Tacked on Like the Subscript
This clam tastes like mustard. I'll meet you in debt. Surgical leeches feast on the cranial nerves
of pelican handouts. We all sat on that bookshelf gathering dust like a static screen TV. Making love like
our hands do when pressed together, our M-s meet for the first time and marry each other with the sweat
dripping passion of the nervous nails. The hooks of the past smile my day up like punched swollen lips. These
flowers outside my window bloom like oilfields, cauterized the bleeding romance that set the same shit ablaze
with the kerosene kisses while your salvia taste like gasoline. It comes by the gallons dribbling down like your
peanut butter speech impediment. The wax lips kiss me again with less tongue than a dead horse.
Clergymen hold wooden crosses like erections. Coughing like vagina giving birth. Sheets of meat dancing on the soft eggshell hilltops. Traction gripping silence. Gravel spread across a parking lot of reason. Coining terms like pimple presses. My grapevine must be dead because I never heard the news. Picket fences with smudged whore red lipstick. I now know why salt walks. Defenseless against the one that rules all.. .our love has a Hitler mustache. My lips were ripped off like the tearing of the foil method left behind in the notes of a C minus student.
This is my heart with all I have to give and my words all just slathered in pig shit while I smile the truth you just see the gaps between my teeth. We ran around this maladjusted communication while you talked like the communists smirk. We went the distance of our tongues that stretched out like fire alarm practices while we sat in silence and shuffled the digital tick that hums. Menstrual pulp floating around in my orange juice...too much felt like someone threw up in my mouth. The side of the birth.. .baby book spine, complete the collection. Blue birds smoking in the tree. Rebellion is still rubber.
It was as pagan as ritual steel. The sky withered away like my eggplant soul. I could always feel it on my right, your left, my mistake. We seasoned the concrete and it taste like glitter. Cocaine all in the crevices of my brain like caulking in the wall. It dropped off the nightstand and I figured you'd have the courtesy to leave his face down like the decision dime that we used to solve our aversion for choice but what was that all about? Your binary contrails in my veins. She couldn't teach because she was allergic to apples.
Packed like fish and it was lack of choice for lack of smell minus the trumpet. As simple as brown bear vision only with bifocals. The cancer spread like your legs. I wish time was like a rubber band so I could stretch it and keep you here longer. The hands just went round and round never cupping for pity. Questionable was certainly the child's petal ofrose remarks. More questionable palms. Carve meaning into the sun. Dusting off pink rubber mistaken thoughts. Tiled eyes spread across fingered treetop thighs. Always sleeping magnetic north. As monochromatic as math. The constant blink separating what I really saw.
Clergymen hold wooden crosses like erections. Coughing like vagina giving birth. Sheets of meat dancing on the soft eggshell hilltops. Traction gripping silence. Gravel spread across a parking lot of reason. Coining terms like pimple presses. My grapevine must be dead because I never heard the news. Picket fences with smudged whore red lipstick. I now know why salt walks. Defenseless against the one that rules all.. .our love has a Hitler mustache. My lips were ripped off like the tearing of the foil method left behind in the notes of a C minus student.
This is my heart with all I have to give and my words all just slathered in pig shit while I smile the truth you just see the gaps between my teeth. We ran around this maladjusted communication while you talked like the communists smirk. We went the distance of our tongues that stretched out like fire alarm practices while we sat in silence and shuffled the digital tick that hums. Menstrual pulp floating around in my orange juice...too much felt like someone threw up in my mouth. The side of the birth.. .baby book spine, complete the collection. Blue birds smoking in the tree. Rebellion is still rubber.
It was as pagan as ritual steel. The sky withered away like my eggplant soul. I could always feel it on my right, your left, my mistake. We seasoned the concrete and it taste like glitter. Cocaine all in the crevices of my brain like caulking in the wall. It dropped off the nightstand and I figured you'd have the courtesy to leave his face down like the decision dime that we used to solve our aversion for choice but what was that all about? Your binary contrails in my veins. She couldn't teach because she was allergic to apples.
Packed like fish and it was lack of choice for lack of smell minus the trumpet. As simple as brown bear vision only with bifocals. The cancer spread like your legs. I wish time was like a rubber band so I could stretch it and keep you here longer. The hands just went round and round never cupping for pity. Questionable was certainly the child's petal ofrose remarks. More questionable palms. Carve meaning into the sun. Dusting off pink rubber mistaken thoughts. Tiled eyes spread across fingered treetop thighs. Always sleeping magnetic north. As monochromatic as math. The constant blink separating what I really saw.
