heavy reeds smoke the silence better than I can like inserted obsidian tubing a fire to make fire lying on the bed against the wall pants smeared with last night's dinner goo a hunch a break a finger smacked of the smell of shit so good to sleep come caddy all be all well in time and language
the main gate hat in hands that leads to the other side split together like a papercut held bleeding but only a little enough to remind that there are lines everywhere to be drawn crossed out like a little boy photo peephole going away quarts like the sound of slick limp dicks being beaten around the bend a false rupture doing done being along the actual spent time akin the river to the left like blood drum roses
a meaning to be mean I fucked a dude who looked like this in every cloth breath beneath him
