And the television smiles back at you
So I think I'm going to call my book " Ants are Oblivious to....."
Room B-7
by Joey Minutillo
The computer stares back at you
Screen melting, words bleeding north and south
Like an acid trip
Dreaming of cinnematography
Alienating the neighbors with the sounds
Leaking from your speakers
Two novices fucking like kings in a bathtub
As the sunlight cracks through the shades
Warming their backs
Typical
Back facing the sun
No drawbacks
The Anatomy of Lust
by Joey Minutillo
I want a mind and I want more
Outer space, seen from the zenith
Lying, hallucinating on a bathroom floor
The jagged liens in the pine door shifting and rippling
Like dropping a dime into a wishing well
Filled with dirty water
Watching the grass grow
Intermingling with wildflowers
Green, yellow and grey for miles
Environmentalists using the Scorched Earth Method
On my heart
It's like they're prying open my eyelids
With bamboo needles
A couple of kids pass me by
Losing their minds the natural way
Taking a few minutes to think
About capsizing a rowboat in the Atlantic
Only to steal the man's wallet
For a picture of his wife
A women with her fingers
Crossed behind her back
Holding her breath
To live through the night
I'm not afraid to die anymore
Anymore
Room B-7
by Joey Minutillo
The computer stares back at you
Screen melting, words bleeding north and south
Like an acid trip
Dreaming of cinnematography
Alienating the neighbors with the sounds
Leaking from your speakers
Two novices fucking like kings in a bathtub
As the sunlight cracks through the shades
Warming their backs
Typical
Back facing the sun
No drawbacks
The Anatomy of Lust
by Joey Minutillo
I want a mind and I want more
Outer space, seen from the zenith
Lying, hallucinating on a bathroom floor
The jagged liens in the pine door shifting and rippling
Like dropping a dime into a wishing well
Filled with dirty water
Watching the grass grow
Intermingling with wildflowers
Green, yellow and grey for miles
Environmentalists using the Scorched Earth Method
On my heart
It's like they're prying open my eyelids
With bamboo needles
A couple of kids pass me by
Losing their minds the natural way
Taking a few minutes to think
About capsizing a rowboat in the Atlantic
Only to steal the man's wallet
For a picture of his wife
A women with her fingers
Crossed behind her back
Holding her breath
To live through the night
I'm not afraid to die anymore
Anymore