Saturday, February 1, 2014

Speaking to a Coward of Clouds and Dark Matter


I'm fighting with a ghost;
A poltergeist of prisons
Waving His holy prick
Like a wand full of great ideas
And fuck you's. 
But I promise you will never
Have either one of us. 
She wants you
To fall into me
But I refuse to be so weak. 
Why won't she turn 
her back on you:
why won't she turn
her hand from mine?

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