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[swollenbeckon]

tipped the hard liquer to my mouth
swallowed and smoked a bowl, crouched.
motion sickness was coming over me
as we tilted towards each others lips. Car
flew, flew godly high, between low low ditches.
the land was taking my breath
and there was a kid in front seat
and his hair sometimes looks like plants.
the intense speed. and
the striking bolts of her touch.
gravity pounding my eyes.
all this i guess, made me puke.
happily at my feet.

the girl of my dreams
dreams of stars on her belly
she dreams next to my side
and on my pillow

,between my thighs and
under my arms.

,on her mattress
with my face, close to hers

at least two pair fit warmly

into a leather booth; across this room

at least two pair commit conversation

sharing contact with eyes

i am fearing the near abuse,

as i write 'abuse', abuse is tongue spoken.

and my lady sets stage, her independentment.

classily acknowledging those placed around her.

i'm not there.

i must be on the other side of this room.

but, at least the couple in clothe,

aren't as desperate demonic illusions,

as the naked dogs above our mattress.

and at least the man reads the news, still.

laughing with routine

of joyous and just-company.

the woman touches her thin, straight and very white

pigtailed hair. drinks cold water.

comfortable environment.

how fucking badly
ill never describe
the generosity of needing
something serious
as the blade in your purse.
and the eyes that stare for you
to stare
and the tension we'll bring
when you lie.
and the time we spent seperate today.
and the controlling screams
and the helpless me
i seriously need the pain
it's that serious.

i just asked you to sit facing me
and it changes into something deep
near the sea. with my body being dragged under.
my fingers just above water. and you know how
much it takes. and you know what it takes.

dwell into the conscous bliss that you
wish for tomorrow
Pay for the damage, for your
future emotions.
for your future dead emotions.