Dade312

Addicted to your techo flesh
2002-09-14 11:27:37 (UTC)

Flame

Man, what’s that stench
I think it’s my breath
Chemicals burning on burnt lips
Singe the follicles of my moral fiber
I’ve been sucking face with my sister
And her glass mistress
She is rapped in pure white smoke
And I can see the future
Or some small reflection of it
In a dream I had
Or
Thought that passed

Is it over?
Damn, it’s Monday already
How long have I been awake?

He smiles like an ass
Cracked and vertical
Open like a cave with a voice like
The wind
Or…Flatulence.

Who is the seer here?
The wonderer
The mystic
Or the madman
If no one step forth
Then I shall chose
a volunteer

You there
Yes you
The
Queer

Come over here!
I need a light!
I be the light!
Have
You
Gotta’
Flame?

J.B. Manning




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