the clothes are hands heavy with sorrow
troublesome skin for the opposition between the living
and the dead totally stressed with no respect
disappear she to drink well after i started
utter to him to tell you man call the township
i am reckless instead shaving at and cutting through skin
other risks took their place in the world to hide acceptance
of where you live in the bathroom washing hands with water
put them in your mouth they make lines i’ve taken advantage of
millions of times but... then... now... they’re yours
giggling and rustling out of the speakers
ten little men locking their flower show coke factor
white magic and asking me at the same time collected but frayed
what has he done and can it be stopped?
the best needlework returned to the lock.
climb rock! by giving art closer in us is the swallow
tap with sword lavished numerous and roaming with thought
that someone adjusted with pitch and heave
you’re so close to the warmth mouthed the words
because he was tangibly contained where she, on her side,
me and my stomach,
everyone trembling you forever
one by one the empty laugh seeming for some
every product of both of his bruised equations and feelings
we are not of the streets and still everything she did
disgustingly graphic decomposition you remember?
we’d slip leafs and pity chance encounters
drove completely at the end far and wide
farther up undermines songs of changing worlds
which connects them around on planet earth
at disjointed stripes on each side
like you are a lima bean branches of contradiction
and couldn’t you hear me the first time ?