Thus, where the Face, starts
the Form—ing]
in/us
Hurts—
Our little
ragged
picture of
the City
which
puckers
our
Flesh—
Between
our
Hands
that insist
upon
us, it’s
better
to Fuck
then be
or, be
walking
lonely
carrying
our Hearts
that pass
us/on
the
by
the
Bye—
The Way, it’s
just the Way
I remember
how—[?]
your Skin
must have
smelled, that
makes
me Fear
[full of]
ever finding
myself
in a House
sitting
alone &
counting
my
Toes—
In my
Head
it’s a
Strange
sight to
see
me Facing
the thought
of you
every
single
Day—
It’s Sad
our
sad
facade
diverging on
the Edge
of—
I
regret
how
close
we
came/or
how
we’d had
come to
this/is—
Already
night is
snarling
beneath
my
door—
I Swear
the Dog
in me
will Break
it’s
Heart
licking
thee
right
open
Howling—
Because
agedthedung
the cold
to
touch/this
little
Lullaby
of Death
is creeping
across
the Room,
under the
Sheets—
To open
the Eyes
I Swore
I felt
The Dead
all,
all around
I Fall
