(submitted to Poetshaven.com as D. R. Finney)
Excuse me while my
head explodes and
blows my brains to space
Hey Kerouac!
No one goes out
To find themselves anymore
If you actually
spoke to me I would
instantly orgasm
I wake up
to a pretty song
And it's you
If he could he
would push away
his shadow
Here lies your
hopes and there go
my clothes
If he keeps on
fucking himself his
babies will be stupid
Anchor me to
insanity while he
slips away
Her heart went Black
Hole when she
couldn't have him
Watch from the
window as the Tenth
House falls
Fourth House rules:
Obsession, Denial
And then we die.
Excuse me while my
head explodes and
blows my brains to space
Hey Kerouac!
No one goes out
To find themselves anymore
If you actually
spoke to me I would
instantly orgasm
I wake up
to a pretty song
And it's you
If he could he
would push away
his shadow
Here lies your
hopes and there go
my clothes
If he keeps on
fucking himself his
babies will be stupid
Anchor me to
insanity while he
slips away
Her heart went Black
Hole when she
couldn't have him
Watch from the
window as the Tenth
House falls
Fourth House rules:
Obsession, Denial
And then we die.
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