"Urges."

“Urges”

Newspaper Sandwiches and Gasoline.

grown women don’t smell doll baby heads

the ambience was somewhat disturbing

dave Matthew's band and free jazz aren’t really my thing. 

this is a shitty bar in the nice side of town

but your turtleneck really isn’t fooling anyone 

soft palette 

grey pages and empty saucers

sundays that blind through sunshine 

i imagine your mornings are white.

pajama bottoms designated to their own drawer

and i wish i was smoking again,

just for the glamour.

i guess that’s why i’m looking for a classy robe. 

1

blood lies on plastic 

spitting on your fingertips

I feel/slash/ I know

I had a stinky year.

(this was in the past not this past year)

pieces of paper mean more to me than you do. 

eating inappropriate amounts of food in the middle of the night,

being a mirror I see things from the other side

a gust of wind swallows like a scream of fright. 

some people just bother me. 

my hands smell like money, 

sounds glamorous 

but i’m sure fergie’s hands smell like vanilla and cock.

images have ways to hide secrets that words cannot. 

2

It’s an usher kind of day. 

and i’m guessing your not mayumi’s husband 

a rubber notion reject 

you look like you’d eat pussy. 

I can’t smell you in my dreams 

but your touch lingers like samples of perfume 

nipple flesh is emptiness when you can’t touch the whole tit. 

square sentences seem to occur nocturnally 

and my, what big eyes you have, all the better to burn me with. 

the plastic of my shoelaces searing salt through my bones

bury my head in your beating drum 

scrap the sides off 

if you do it more than twice it may become a ritual 

i think about insanity and overaccessorizing 

dirty girls have dirty hands.

3

Pretending to hate the holidays,

Lies get worse with age.

There are way too many options of items I can stick between my teeth.

Rest in peace mobility

It least it was real. 

Sniffin those pink balloons.

I’m buying my tombstone a stiff one.

Hard work won’t kill you but why take a chance.

4

2 neon crucifixes 

instinct over intention 

I’m interested in knife play. 

these are hard sources 

dusty salmon 

pissy pussy water

and I’m waking up singing eyes without a face 

you have a nice trench coat for a complete jerk off. 

5

Do jiggly bits of meat freak you out?

I’m having trouble with meals.

Completion of nothing but sugar 

Some feelings are skeletal 

Like the egg that forms under my skull 

Baby Skin, stuck inside me like a chinese finger trap.

I attempted to pick out the hair that clogs my brain with a plastic fork 

The bathwater doesn’t scald my skin the way it used to. 

Almost as brilliant as painting my nails in the tub

I’m a hands under water kind of girl. 

"Bitter."

“Bitter.”

Assumptions stick to the roof of our mouth like peanut butter. 

Lymph nodes and lingerie 

Glass shatters under boots that weigh more

Open toed shoes aren’t really meant for winter but I really don’t think it will ever rain again.

Swishers taste like salt after you put them between your tongue

The only kind of ball game I’ll be playing isn’t going to happen with the lights on.

Making permanent decisions 

Sometimes sandwiches are free

This dumpster doesn’t hold my luxuries

squares are only squares if you measure them 

can’t greet everyone with a smile 

I like to burn daggers through your planetary values

I don’t believe there is any real nutrients in it but i’ll try a few bites.

My belly button is leaking bloody discharge and i’m not saying that in a british way. 

I don’t know the rules of poker but I think I may purchase my first lotto ticket soon.