She watched him from the passenger side
His hands on the steering wheels
Her hand in another
Secretly in the dark solitary
Humming an anonymous song
He had a chameleon voice
This man she barely knew
Crouching bare feet feeling the back of the fake leather car seat
Her lips landed anonymously on his neck
Sweet scent of drenched wantonness
There ain’t no happiness in this
There ain’t no happiness out of this
Anyway
They were friendly
Strangers
In the rain
The ever unanswered phone
Leaves marks on the ear
Your bitch await
On the other side
Across the frik’in waters
Hate for you stirred churned the ocean
All the fishes feed on
Like little plankton that breeds on
Still it haven’t change the fact
I’m a bitch for you
That humps your leg
For a pet on the head
And I’ll forgive you
For every call unanswered
Every word unreturned
Isn’t human ever so low
Lower then the dial tones and
Computer recorded voicemail
Though I still love you
If there is some whore called love at all
I was raised up
With Disney princesses and classical music
Mother wanted me to be
The perfect lady
She can only imagine
Me as a virgin
She wrote me off
Like a clean sheet of tissue
Father he prohibited
Me to grow up
Into something
But I grew up into
A monster
Of them
A lonely broken twisted
Monster of them
Beauty
Lies in other people’s death
Different, distant
Of suffer
Like fireworks
Of pink rain
Of red snowflakes
Of nothing leftover what so ever
We were too young
To catch in time
The ultimate celebration
Of a new era of slaughter
People were in rejoice
They created a new specie
Of mutant men
Like god
They dropped the bomb
To stop people from dying
Like god
Gave out death like Halloween candies
Like charity
I lost my soul in France
I sit here empty
Or did I lost my soul here
Went soulless to France
And back
Finding it
Not finding her way back
I sit here empty
I sit here absent
I sit here bare and naked
Waiting for her to come back
Wake me up
Talk to me
When I’m sober
Talk to me when I’m not
Sober
Which is better
Which hurts less
I smell too good
I smell myself like smelling another
I lost my soul
Dropped it on the way
size="3">Naked me, Lets fuck
size="3">Close your eyes itll be over in a second
size="3">Or you want it the hard way?
size="3">Take my hands, Metropolises,
size="3">Put me on your plate
size="3">Cause you know I taste great
size="3">Kiss me till the morning light light
size="3">The history book forgot us, the bible didnt mention
us.
size="3">Take my bra maybe I will miss it or not
size="3">You dont love me and I dont love you
size="3">The violets hadnt gone blue for us two
size="3">I am just one another loneliness
size="3">Just like any other lonely miss
size="3">Those pretty words taken between the
fingers
size="3">Smeared on my unclothed back
size="3">Along with the sky of five
size="3">Friend is a four letter word
size="3">F, U, C, and K
size="3">Fuck
I said I need to write some dirty poem
You said grab hand full mud and smear it
That’s no you not that dirty not do
Than I’ll help you that’s good great fabulously swell
Shoved away my leg
Ripped those little laces
Snatched out the hard working meat
And plunged it in
How raw of you I said
Maybe others will like it
Fulfilling their little twitter beads
Pulled out my boobs I sucked myself
Looked in awe and everybody else
Maybe if it’s 3D emotional
Crowd will like it more
Jerking off in front of
And the cat walked by
clench a claw ripped scrunch
and blood went out
now you see the poems bloody
satisfying ain’t it all?
Lips of shiver
Strands go wild in pieces hair
Soaking sodden quiver queer
Haze grew thicker meter pop
Splashing
red liquid run
dart all might duck for
shelter cover your eyes
gripping harder wrench it jerk
bounce away
leave your sweater in my closet
take all my shoes
suck my puff of double happiness
rock astound rake the furs down lower
and lick the sweet sensation clean
lick the mess you made I made he made her
feed the berries feed it on fed on
rock to rock jazz to jazz
all music come in purpose of
crazy homo sapiens interactive play
fumble through those trembling bazaar
squish chance of finding
what all came for
shut it on if you can’t read it
thrust it on and make love with it
if my tears and mine only
are pearls of middle east
buried in sand in the great ruins of babylon
will you drink?
will you drink it not?
if they aren't if
if tears of me ran from stewers from toxid waste for bad taste
of tumor of humor of morden culture
will you drink it?
will you drink it still?
if your tears yours only are none but the above
the ladder than upper
will you drink it?
will you lick it when it slowly silentingly trickle
tickeling down your tragicly dramatic cheek?
do they still ring
your hair strands mingle of hair spray
like beautiful fingers of guitar players folk singers
under the stars by the bonfire
just as the night of eighteen we all used to remember
will you? will you still?
what a fine day!
*teeth smile*
of course how's your day the greatest?
*kiss on cheek*
Have you eaten?
Had lunch yet?
Care to join me with supper?
your eyes glitter like the christmas tree lights on madison avenue
your hair is the milky way of shimmering
i can see shooting stars in your eyes
your white bosom white as silk as snow as soft as fawn
your sweet kiss like chocolate like marshmellow kisses
violets are blue roses are red
sheeps are sleeping on the ground
and i love you
twisted around
inside out and out side in
in and out and ont and in
a puddle of mud
smoke
good bye nice day i'll call you if Im gay.
world of bankrupt corupt and fed up
red cross bleeding
legs of despire
drank and drunkard every drop
the drug fed up gizziling down thrust
stoned unwillingly by the tide outer unward
how can the force be with
when against and illfriendlyness?
sing no song no more
or have one yet song at all
out of conscience misered I walk
have the months already to end
a patient a insititute
but am i awake ain't i sober still?
down came gravity blood gushed senselessly
twisted into a second
how long have it been?
my spirit came to sight once ahand again
but it is to late to early to regain daylight
want not blind
nor coma alone
for all others stand eyes wide shot and sightless still
在北京大宅院,
刁花窗櫺的那位,
七太太,
似乎仍究陰魂不散
站在窗前
一望
望到希臘去
那兒的神話
符號
纏戀
一直令她無法理解
到了這種田地
酗著酒精的杭州兒
吳儂軟語曾經如此香甜
甜似柚子兒的親軟
膩的只剩空缺
黏的令人懷念
卻無再也法領會
留連紅塵的魂魄們
只因為迷信早已破裂的契約
還有存在的可能
烙的 無法翻身
