stronger faster fiercer you

Apr 14, 2012 21:08

i'm getting the feeling
i would never let anybody touch me ever again besides this.
the pair bonding had begun in earnest, the air heavily saturated with pheromones, the sacchrine seeping into my bloody ink, dolores detroit haze, like a girl that can only want not think.
i may as well just admit that you tipped the scales.and immediately follow up with:
of course there were mountains, expansion, all that,
there was also a place in the steaming cement of the white city.
she would ask me, are they shaking? are they shaking jill?
cold cash for being a rabbit to a septuagenarian turning into a pachyderm,
and, yes, deserving that morning hero's welcome.
farmers tan, dirty nails, calloused hands-the era of the working man
now standing still with waning skill.
i'm only attributing the tipping to you.
sick! sick! sick!
it's already happened.
my human body, strapped to the railcar, seeing through a peephole, one thing at a, time.
you can be so terrifying.
honestly though, when i see the whole range,
open green hands, palm eyes,
humans with legs like centipedes, baby legs, old legs,
you come came and you stayed.
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