if i put my sim card under my pillow
and pray to the fairies, will i get a new one? with new friends on it?
blending with the before,
like tanlines and bank dyes?
dust-obscured water moccasins encircle me; a twister of snakes and soot totes me off to Adonai.
nothing surprises you, therefore
you are never surprising.
in the early total darkness of the universe, big rocks hit, made a primordial mosh pit.
oh yes, suddenly me!
proximity mines round your
building, no garden.
i'll just perfect my domestic
nomadic daily rituals,
up and down, up and down
the stairs.
in a place like this with a boy like you, anything can happen if you want it to.
wall-to-wall anus-gulpers,
draped in finery, surrounding your building, parched and dazzling.
snapped a couple really dark phone pics; i couldn’t stay the whole night.
dust-obscured water moccasins encircle me; a twister of snakes and soot totes me off to Adonai.
my freshly buttfucked prince.
you spread-eagled the venetians,
who are they??
he wailed:
"just wait till the black shit inside
me turns to Sprite! then you'll see what i'm really made of!"
blithely and willingly anew, and chest-beating once more. he shan't ever reach the outside alive.
Faces on the Wrong Side of Wet Windows