Ax3

08.09.16

A3
something tells me I’ve re-winded
given extra fingers
a mirror to my nervous system
someone plucked you from a memory
and re-shaped for my pleasure

i’ve never been very competitive
as long as i get what i want
move you queen
closer to my king
a barricade of not so strong walls
your hand closer to me
your breath smelling
victorious

morning afters are blissful
disappointment is not destruction of false expectations
disappointment is something you choke on after a shot of tequila
cash only hun
your bluff has been called

A2
she wrecked me
ruffled curls mopping my untidiness
with some odd combination of sprung rigidity

there’s nothing wrong with a little deviancy
specially not when they’re as uniform and
tactical
as  your routines

lets play house and watch it all burn burn burn

A1
i met you and i learned to howl
to pick pockets
carefully
to be carried in their waist, fed bred crumbs, fun-
size-up the opportunity and take a chance on the next hitch

i learned how to empty my life and fill it with alive
how to brunt the heat and face the cold
how to un-hunt
how to relish
how to rue pride rock
from the bottom of the food chain

if i could take it back
i would give anything
to try try try
and cut my fingers

there are craters in you
if you call
i will fill every inch of your moon.

 

 

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