M.E.E Coming
I bought flesh
to walk my sins around
and leak my treacle-cloying
hungers on a breathe that could
stain ears.
Within a beaker,
my philosophy smacks into
my teeth
and with a fierce guarding
lost in woman-form,
my philosophy smacks into
my teeth
and with a fierce guarding
lost in woman-form,
I wager pleasant countries,
chasing bile.
To be given to all,
just in thought,
I could,
chasing bile.
To be given to all,
just in thought,
I could,
but I exist elsewhere
and here lies the problem.
and here lies the problem.
