hey duees
I wrotez some poetrons.
Man mumbles on street corner. Waiting. For something.
Cars don't float by or cruise past but shudder slowely as if they have square wheels.
Lives held together by shoestring.
Man don't care. Man mumbles. Dogdes through acrid avenues full of blue coller abortions and stay at home castrations, man don't notice the colour of the collar or the cut of the tracksuit. Man notices the smell.
Iodine drenched dreams creep in to his nostrils as promises made before broken surge through the sterile streets, more lethal than electricity. Man smells dead flesh and fermented apples, potatoes, hops. Slavering, slobbering laughter creeps from the night and man feels aroused with the nausia of knowledge and loss.
Man raises his mumble to something more, his words, solid, fall from his dry mouth like brick walls crumbling in to the sea, his screams, visceral, throat raw, bleeding, no, menstruating, ejaculating, truth, turn what was once a subdued stream in to a bloody flow of unstoppable force, the night listenes, sticky, wet and he says, he says.
pretty shit. x
Man mumbles on street corner. Waiting. For something.
Cars don't float by or cruise past but shudder slowely as if they have square wheels.
Lives held together by shoestring.
Man don't care. Man mumbles. Dogdes through acrid avenues full of blue coller abortions and stay at home castrations, man don't notice the colour of the collar or the cut of the tracksuit. Man notices the smell.
Iodine drenched dreams creep in to his nostrils as promises made before broken surge through the sterile streets, more lethal than electricity. Man smells dead flesh and fermented apples, potatoes, hops. Slavering, slobbering laughter creeps from the night and man feels aroused with the nausia of knowledge and loss.
Man raises his mumble to something more, his words, solid, fall from his dry mouth like brick walls crumbling in to the sea, his screams, visceral, throat raw, bleeding, no, menstruating, ejaculating, truth, turn what was once a subdued stream in to a bloody flow of unstoppable force, the night listenes, sticky, wet and he says, he says.
pretty shit. x