I heart LA
I've got what letters one would need to spell winter
Safe in the belly of a white paperpinch
I hurried folding
This is exactly the sort of mood that I cannot watch movies in
Boys nerves all yelling arm into the blood brain barrier ganging up on now inside the big bone holding up my face
My father was born in the 40s
They had just finished erecting the Oakland apartment
I now live in
Since then
Two single mothers
And a man who cut his face
Have lived there
Day after day (x12)
This is the day after desperate
My room has filled with
Day and night
And night and day
Since then
My father has called twice
And left a message
The electricity is on
These are the least of my worries
The moles on my penis remind me of skulls
And all the doctors who would quickly cut them off and eat them
As they take down art in hotel hallways
Probably to the tune of plain old heart failure on a rollaway
They hurt in the dull
At the hinge to both eyes
The no place of an ache
Where you push and pull when trying to fall asleep
Soon things kick in severly at the nape of my patience
As the worm inside my spine contracts
I see me pouring cum out of
The corner of a dug up shoebox
Across the hope lump of an old pet
Onto a large bundle of grain
I think what's wrong with the world has to do with those who fell in love with New York, or Los Angeles, or Paris and Jerusalem, and me of course
Flagged in modern sneakers and perfume of my morgue mouth meat adore
If I could only travel back in time and kick my mother in the face after a permanent
This would be nothing
And feel better or worse in the necessary softening of all my bones
There is more to life than manicured vaginas and a saline solution
The no place of an ache dangles body all around it
The no place of an ache dangles body all around
(x4)
I've got no new spelling of the word winter
For the me on the other end of this airplane