When we shine, we shine together.
Halfway home, then back to never.
Varlust thwarted
At the dismantling of a DJ
One man, an ego banned
Indielectrocockrockjam.
Ego the size of fly testes
Crushed by face
Identity displaced.
Creating comfortability
A love you can trust
WTF, blackdick, WTF.
Alex Chilton, 1950-2010
Thursday, April 1, 2010
Are Sweaters Real?
You, in sweater.
Me, clad in dress.
Adorned with hopelessness
Of artifice undressed.
Do I make you realer
And you, me less?
Touch reality
To ensure truth.
One writes words
No, both.
One recrafts words
No, both.
Are words real?
When
Spoken
In
Head?
Me, clad in dress.
Adorned with hopelessness
Of artifice undressed.
Do I make you realer
And you, me less?
Touch reality
To ensure truth.
One writes words
No, both.
One recrafts words
No, both.
Are words real?
When
Spoken
In
Head?
Mama: in the Gloaming
Where are you, mama?
Anywhere good?
Laughing and drooling and wearing a hood?
Where are you, mama
Anywhere sane?
Smiling or bawling, either do you deign?
Mama, there you are.
In my most erotic nightmare
Wearing the hazy glow of memory
I
wish
you
were
dead
Anywhere good?
Laughing and drooling and wearing a hood?
Where are you, mama
Anywhere sane?
Smiling or bawling, either do you deign?
Mama, there you are.
In my most erotic nightmare
Wearing the hazy glow of memory
I
wish
you
were
dead
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