Friday, 6 April 2018

6. WLTM

reactionary bobsled seeks space invader
for cassette unspooling & rorschach bruises

you: big hair / no heart
me: folded down the crease

spit in my mouth &
I’ll sell you my succulents

coax me from the void of endless screaming
it is dark in there / it is warm

you: a horse on the streets &
a horseshoe in the sheets

let’s regurgitate the system

i’ll be the field of poppies sutured with dental floss
i will profligate in a strong wind

wltm a zeppelin that hasn’t caught fire yet
bonus points if you’ve never killed anyone

you be the hydrogen / i’ll be the ill-advised cigarette
let’s go up screaming on a sunny afternoon

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