Placental Orchids.
Placental Orchids birth emancipated buttercup broods.
Dew lines ripped Vaginas, Spring is in the air.
I see life through colostomy bag glasses
Nobody appreciates ochre.
We fuck like fragile Faberge eggs
Like two china plates gyrating against each other.
The sound is unbearable, the smell attracts ants.
Your panting broke my mother’s fine crystal.
You bitch.
You got an ass like a wine glass
I shoot my virus into you.
But it never ends like that, oh no.
Cause you got fishhook thighs.
And a cunt like an industrial strength septum hose
Your nipples excrete some kind of adhesive
I ask permission for my phallus to depart.
And you only giggle.
And in those painful seconds
Those sticky, warm fucking seconds
I realize that I refuse to leave.
I kiss your desert cracked lips.
My saliva carves chasms into them.
But you love it.
And I love you.
And that’s why I stayed the day your vagina screamed
And was torn like Dixie cups in picnics gone by.
I didn’t leave when I saw that blood splattered hairy bowling ball
Break down your bare skin Berlin walls.
It was an ugly wailing thing, I know.
Like a Picasso portrait of my soul.
In his smile, a collage of every soft spoke word.
Every inappropriate grope, every awkward laugh
Like you cut up the magazine of our lives
Reassembled it
And glued it to make this pink Frankenstein
Daddy meets Dada.
Daddy likes.
Hope you're offended/scared/disturbed. :)
Dew lines ripped Vaginas, Spring is in the air.
I see life through colostomy bag glasses
Nobody appreciates ochre.
We fuck like fragile Faberge eggs
Like two china plates gyrating against each other.
The sound is unbearable, the smell attracts ants.
Your panting broke my mother’s fine crystal.
You bitch.
You got an ass like a wine glass
I shoot my virus into you.
But it never ends like that, oh no.
Cause you got fishhook thighs.
And a cunt like an industrial strength septum hose
Your nipples excrete some kind of adhesive
I ask permission for my phallus to depart.
And you only giggle.
And in those painful seconds
Those sticky, warm fucking seconds
I realize that I refuse to leave.
I kiss your desert cracked lips.
My saliva carves chasms into them.
But you love it.
And I love you.
And that’s why I stayed the day your vagina screamed
And was torn like Dixie cups in picnics gone by.
I didn’t leave when I saw that blood splattered hairy bowling ball
Break down your bare skin Berlin walls.
It was an ugly wailing thing, I know.
Like a Picasso portrait of my soul.
In his smile, a collage of every soft spoke word.
Every inappropriate grope, every awkward laugh
Like you cut up the magazine of our lives
Reassembled it
And glued it to make this pink Frankenstein
Daddy meets Dada.
Daddy likes.
Hope you're offended/scared/disturbed. :)