Comes in
Looking what you would expect from an aussie
Or maybe
Some grunge skater from Cali.
She
Got tattoo and her cleavage offers enough
To dive in
And get lost for years
Decades, I must say.
To the
Bathroom, they go
Three or four minutes
And the barman say to his
Boss
That
Never he had sex in a public
Loo.
My filthy martini soaking
My olives
I listen
Aware that
I did have sex
Multiple times
In a public washroom.
I’ve always imagined my heart red
And heartbreaks
As scars, or little empty boxes pushing the kindness out of it.
I imagine my heart blank now
Each heartbreak as layers of red
Up until it reaches the complexion that I want, sadly
The heartbreaks will follow.
You can picture yours
And pick a colour too:
Maybe it’s black
Maybe it started with 50 shades of grey, coke and Jack.
You can picture yours
And pick a colour too:
Maybe it’s blue
Maybe it started with tears from the sky, and two ice cubes.
Alas,
Maybe the heart has no colour
Maybe our eyes act like sonar
Maybe the water has brimmed over
Maybe the bath is red forever.
oh they got
big ass windows
big ass flat tv
big ass cars
that big ass crash
now they have
skinny ass widows
skinny ass cocaine line
skinny ass children nostrils
that sniff stuff
rough picture, you say
unh?!
never should have they had a
big ass window
for such a big ass loser
to write a tiny ass
prose
Her mind was the storm
Outside,
that we would watch through the kitchen window
Her smell, steamed bergamot
would lick the walls as
the room sprouted the colour of Autumn.
As she moved, her
Rib cage created the waves
That never crashed
Curving her hips
Cambering her back and those thighs,
Where my kisses surfed on the froth
Until they
reached the arching tip of her toes.
The room coloured as Winter
When she inhaled
The last warmth
Before releasing the paradise spasm.
Why should I
Fear
Darkness.
I have read somewhere
That you should trust your own
And not
Anyone else
Because even your
Shadow doesn’t step in the dark
Room.
Lights. Lights.
They feel good under the spotlight
Did not know that
It doubles
Triples
The shallowness of
Your soul
And the body painted in dark
On the pavement is one of
your
Inner self
Trying to escape
The layers of sin.
You think
I am going to
Fear that.
For when the sun shines
I feel sorrow
And when its warmth
Burn my skin
With its soft touch
I feel
Different.
The flesh. The flesh.
Why should I
Fear
Darkness.
I have wrote somewhere
In my head
That I should trust strangers
And not
Sit alone
This trip is ending
Soon
We’ll see
On the Road
The dead bodies
Of past encounters.
Your selves, multiplied.
Because even your
Shadow doesn’t go away
in the dark
Room.
princes and princesses
seize the day
they say
with a cocky state of mind
princesses
never progress
looking for princes
with comfort
love warmth and security
princes looking for bitches
they can bone
once or multiple time
bitches
are bitches
were to be princesses
crushed by bitches
were to be princes
pinch me
pinch me
this reality stings like hell
and the dreams are sour like the old taste of your lips on my flesh
boxes in the trunk
bottles of hard liquor and some beers
we are going north
valley girls and shallow dreams
made-up girls
made-up boys
thinking life, as an area
boxes full of family
boxes full of schools
boxes full of city
in my boxes
hard liquor and some beers
boxes piled up like
dead and dry dreams
Honestly in alcohol will I
Ever find love I simply deny
This heart of mine shan’t be mentioned as a living soul
Never lived Never left Never felt
