Feb 13th '10

I'm sick of pulling teeth

with her garter lace

but I gotta no touchy

so maintain her gaze

that bare bulb spot on

mother mary halo wreath

she a deity of nothin

but her own estate

without a please

she take my jaw

to the ocean's deep

peg lip ring to the floor

nail an aqua squeeze

before the dust settle

she done a trauma creep

my feet up the mountain

but here my head it stays...

so now I'm a 44 foot can of mace

lanky before the boards broke

now boneless face

down in the muck

choke on my cuss

I said it before about the bodies

how we tend to divy 'em up

teeming tentacles just out of reach

what the ....?

compared to the moment

I was a fucking mute yesterday...