everybody is talking but nobody is saying anything
One swollen calamity
Crawls from between
The bloody legs of another
While the rain/the fire
Flicks, a buzz roll on the pane
I can taste the honey in your sighs
You are a needle in my arm
Your tongue traces galaxies around my navel
Flattening my hairs like pine trees in a storm
Tommy Carroll
Sat 18th Feb 2017 15:26
Keep that stuff coming Stu. Tommy