Tuesday, February 23, 2010

Pleasure & Judgement

Dead presidents drown in the bottom of both their pockets
He grabbed her hand and held it longer than she could forget.
Now they're swimming amongst jellyfish
On their own ends of the world.

He is a selfish lover
Fucking a hole in the mattress.

A sun imploded in the east tonight
In a mushroom cloud of electric fluff.
They all spoke in static
And I cant understand
The remnants of him purring down her spine remain.

He is a selfish lover
Just fucking a hole in the mattress.
I suppose she loves him all the same.

Birds dig their way up
Through cellophane wrapped sand
To find themselves standing upon a confectionary ocean.
They know better than to drink the water,
So I pour myself another glass.

His mountains have been caged by men,
But he's forgotten them long ago.

A cacophony of shit rattles through my head
The static seeps louder out of grinding teeth
The jellyfish help transmit from her to him
It's never fast enough.

He is a selfish lover
Still fucking a hole in the mattress
He aches for no one
She yearns for him.
She's just the fucking hole in the mattress.

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