Shitty Date No. 9
It's the fuck you attitude as she pops her gum
behind a veil of black hair. I'm at the foot of the bed worshiping her high arches awestruck and wiping dust from my eyes, and she's at the other end of the table feeding me worms. the background beat sounds like: a De-la soul track on repeat with sampled snares that sound like: my smoke soaked fingers stritch-scratching the the side of my head so loud I think the clock's ticking. And she's just like my mother. So I'm Open-mouth-head nodding like I want seven more hearts to chew on. Yeah gimme some more, Because 20 minutes ago I was looking myself up and down in the mirror Saying shit like: yeeeah, people like me and yes, I want to live. You people. The backlight lovers in my doorway, come to watch me ash on my keyboard and eat a spoonful of writhing pink baby shaverings like I'm full of dirt.
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