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By Phlegm Submitted by ava_disaster Date: 2003 Apr 06 Comment on this Work [[2003.04.06.16.49.32611]] |
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I keep cheating on myself having affairs with attractive thoughts in persuasive clothing running around naked with strangers and netting them like spiders A thought stuck on fly paper And she's the one that woke me up early this morning she makes me hate my music she tells me there's answers to every question which I think is a trick - yeah, she's a trick homeless without a magician to put her back up his sleeve She makes me try to express myself like I'm some sort of puppet to my brain (...) I fucked her like a virgin, an unpeeled orange she orgasms ink like a broken well and my sheets are covered from head to footer We smoke cigarettes in the dark together and talk about mirrors and wheat fields and piano keys we cuddle all night like two fetuses tied up by an umbilical cord then I leave her for another early morning to stare out windows and find a different partner a different idea in a mini skirt one that fits my high expectations |