a year or so

[sexwithandroids]

don't let this end

as the sun diminishes behind the shore
oh i beg you captain, give me more

i plead on bruised knees
and i'm tired of being under

i'm drowned in words and uncomplete phrases
what are chances anyway?
i wish that flying sandal would have struck my lungs
and puctured holes

if i could have something else i'd take it

i'll stop singing and quit begging for change
i'll stop reappearing after every corner

paint
a brush
canvas

the drill has once been followed of not knowing what i need
of following patterns, progressing slowly to infinity
i stick myself into a feeder of black and red

so madam what is it that pleases you
what will you have
what will they take next

everything you get is half eaten