I Took My Hand From My Pocket Out Came A Fist
laying the blue of the afternoon
every pore unfurling on my skin like
white flags of defeat.
Where did they meet you?
The dark streets of suburbia.
Fresh asphalt on top of old homes
when I said Better i meant Faster
You try and push back confessing,
every day.
The sun under my tongue
leaking onto my buds, the honey of light
down my throat.
This belly is a sunset
your thighs are shooting stars
I was never meant to trust you.
every pore unfurling on my skin like
white flags of defeat.
Where did they meet you?
The dark streets of suburbia.
Fresh asphalt on top of old homes
when I said Better i meant Faster
You try and push back confessing,
every day.
The sun under my tongue
leaking onto my buds, the honey of light
down my throat.
This belly is a sunset
your thighs are shooting stars
I was never meant to trust you.