overhead overhead overhead
her pussy a bass clarinet echoes you hear every night
the past stinking years thump your marriage bed cold
ice cubes splitting your testicles so unused in the world forever sucked
into the same hole go clap get a rush of blood to your head
her lock & chain curfew & scream you can never abandon me
surround sound through your bones little hands protruding her pussy trash
sign here sign here sign here
Surround sound through your bones - that's a hell of a line.
ReplyDeleteI stumbled over inspiration tonight and having posted my Day 54 entry already, I'm simply calling this piece Day 54 1/2. I culled some words from you and other 100 Days artists and I just wanted to let you know. Thanks!
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