wounded table bent over in the corner
stove top coughing on zoot smoke
fridge ignoring everyone and thawing
fuse box needed a reboot

though I was occupied on the fumes

furry blue crawled all over obscene

in this room breathed in volumes

that tend to wounded me

love will later lose it’s necessity
but in this story i’m telling
I was captured
filtering the sky, breathing your energy
infatuated and so attracted

bathing my blood with ecstacy
in hope of finding less feeling
the senseless theory of your medicine
and how from it I’m still reeling

once our eyes were bleeding we’d proceed with the evening
once you told me you were done with eating
once we cried with just our skin between us
and felt like it was freeing

It’s true the writer thinks they’re the smartest in the room
Lead head i guess
im a bunch of nerves
even thinking in verse

“Day dreaming today about what could be
do you want to believe me, baby?
I can see a space ship on venus
and these ivy leaves between us betray me

Who can’t say we run away to the other side of the galaxy?
The passenger seat is free, flatter me please
I know a place we could get married
near a transparent sea stamped in 40s

Chromatic green
The mountains taller, noticeably
Though less fauna

a dramatic consequence of the acid raining
I’m pretty sure it doesn’t fall often

If you don’t wanna we can skip that one
go somewhere under a cooler sun
Seriously it’s nice to be forgotten
for a moment,
when you know you can return
or don’t”

she shut the window
fucking bloke wouldn’t leave her alone
it’s the third weekend in a row
he’s been screaming below the balcony row,
whilst my mother has been home!

last sunday he threw a stone
smashed my pot of cloves
and I had to block him on my phone
after offering me coke

ugh she had to admit she’d been captured by his verse though
couldn’t even identify what she liked about it just felt suddenly & completely empty
and starving for his person

their severence left so many hanging threads and whilst she had better quaterized
there remained bleeding ends between the both of them, you suffered or were a liar

“Aristophanes would have said our bodies were androgynous
and love a vestigial desire of some prior sex (in praise of it)

That’s to say there is a saved us, an antithesis to loss
and it starts with my honest confession that i miss you baby”

the voices eventually stopped
and she went off to wrap up her head in his plaster phrases