October2013The worst musician In every sense. Irresponsible, terrible timing. Embarrassed missing the blush.The best evening sweet lady sure. My lips flooded with the colour of my cock. Every swollen kiss rushed, stolen, replacing my voice with a sick lump. And me thinking you too kind, the loveliest! There are parts I'd rather not feel, rather not be a loose tooth for you to touch. There is terrible hurt in your hard love. Go think of your mother and what your own silence wrought. Soften and feel be kind enough to shut up. Like your move to London, give it three months. Dream of blackberries and not picking the wrong ones. Go right a fucking song and hope that maybe in a while I'll be bothered to talk. Only Autumn wasps would sip on you. Melting sweet scum. Slipping on mess and bullshit freedom talk. You moved me in the sense of through tight spaces using secret logistics while knowing your own mind and you had an idea of the throat, of being in my body, of being unable to talk. Usually no soul comes out through the eyes to greet you and I surprised you with mine. But your sick reaching parch gaining hold the entire shaft, covering, still onward calluosed umbilicated disease(the physical pain of loneliness in your belly ashamed to say but not saying hurts) of a once strong fresh shoot of will from a seed of thoracic cage took away my voice and our sweetest memories mute more my response Wait for my disgusting letter that will never come. Even if you paid me I wouldn't draw your bleeding cunt. I'm not one to eat my way to the end just to expand, losing softer sense until there's nothing left. I'm letting the blood flow away from my lips, I'm raising the dam from my inner stream and returning to my recent chill. Yes, I'm gentle and my silence is the softest tease of a touch until you barely exist. There is no reason to yield from the slow walk to the grave if you haven't at all moved past the rape of the west, the rushing to and thefts. Small red room, tired of the hard stuff in it ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ BACON IN TATE Born of red room and a love unconditional whether slapped on a table or willed sufficient legs whether smug in self loathing, spitefully wallowing or rid of the muzzle (though at the time deliciously donned) my existence is final I will not go away. You will learn to see me as beauty, much like my mediator already you know me in the middle of the night when interior waves call for a change. My lot is to galvanize yours may be to calculate. when we're face to face values suffocate '08 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Along your scarps my tongue would come in place of the red river I'd kiss The old torn and punctured paths about you As well the shelves and faces you've risen While in the company of Thanatos 'Sometimes I just feel so...bad' you said While fondling your spiritual innards high bedside me And not squeezing humanity's heart for the last drop only Through your garments comes mountainous speak to me Covered embarrassing and fitting my carnality to see }}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}TOCOOL}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}} }}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}} }}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}THE RUSH TO THE THEFT THE ACHE AMERICA NEW YORK Human trust funds and angry horns out of place to hug or to shake At least this far hallway ear to the door No help so far from mature source Best way to start with no help at all No time for photographs postcards photographs Here I am privileged here feel my privilege class me class me Quaint fear gone big quaint fear gone big Pleasurable payments by credit card still it's hard hard just to get by I am not David I'm not Siobhan and it's hard hard just not to cry Do not protect me too much from it's jaws I wish to sink far down if I'm caught No one will care about my state of health or if I've had it tough Here I've got claws effeminate weird dream gone away all that was tender will have to change Most base reverie spread like a garden feast Then know the rush to the theft the ache COLOURS OF BRUISES Get along, sometimes, I'm right on the edge of my own design A sad dream too early in the morning. Times decanting, nursing a yearning, learning tricks birch wood burning. The colours I'm using beats colours of bruising I should be your accessory. All the pain I never felt I'm feeling it now If I could I would sleep and never come around. This place gets hotter one day to another Anyone else feel hopeless undercover? Being self contained, arachnid, talking distant, infinite, romantic The language you used it's edge fared dull the language you used It's edge fared dull got me into trouble. Through my mind the filth worked it's way all around How I missed you, I couldn't sleep it was fantastic. The colours I'm using beats colours of bruising I didn't find it bad though. I lost my motive. Don't know where I can find it. When I get lazy I get Stuck in the mud, pushed with the shove, sucking my thumb, blowing my trumpet. Heading down to that part of my darling, feeling isolated and numb, Heading down to that part of my darling. You have called me like a dog and I answered to it too I wasn't there I left my body of service to you }}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}} {{{}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{UNCOMFORTABLE WORD You were a piece of my picture of love you were a piece of my picture of life Where you failed where 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UMEMARO BABES Paired in samaras attacking the slack sails two-way regatta Pärts Für Alina never to meet again I will go out into the sunshine but not with you my dear today yes but not with you You bring the tears through the heat though you never dull the day It's my pain you cannot bear your skin I wish to wear but only in private Stow away exchange our predatory gaze Pay no attention forgetting can be kind Lisp and icing covered feeling Though such safety is short lived Chords and saliva ranting tackling tongue when did such depth arise To pull the second dimension from up front Palaver and bother face as calm as milk over sized lurcher Has confused my heart for a violent clenched fist Good for nudging at offenses lady rattle snakes are granting licenses Through provinces normally guarded others had beset and bored to death I have such hopeful thoughts of James and John For now I'll settle on Umemaro babes I have such hopeful thoughts I have such awful thoughts {{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{ CHILLY That new start came with so much support Embrace it and ease in the dark Longed for love was yours And afterward you played for some more Nearly reached a top and then you stopped Looked back for long All that hard work Revert to the worst when you're down when you're down That new start came with open arms Invited chance to come creep about Eager wait for news Exchange of views Where shame had no place Fresh charm just released You let it deplete A will to forget Won't try for the next like your excitement is precious When your things break down when you're down You need a man to come around when you're down Hang a light or two when you're down Tell you how to do when you're down Never break a sweat again After office hours take a rest Dull Dull schedule suit you Tell you how to do Dull Dull schedule suit you Dreams too 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