jupitersterrain four

2.45am 

sculpted like a shirt turned inside out 

twirling my finger in the dial 
a body quivering over a half cup of iced coffee 

Im sure there probably is an error somewhere I just 
don't know where it is ... 

in a way you do need to be at that kind of a distance ... 

if I stay on my own Im going to fucking use 

you know what I'm saying 

an intimate environment

leapfrogging endless mirrors

on strict conditions of anonymity 

a remarkable synchronicity 

he wore a black cocktail dress with a stiffened 
waterfall ruffle  

grazing on fashion mags 
the bikers stood round a giant insect 


makes you wonder what sort of affairs would have gone 
on in concentration camps 
which surely there must have been some spectacular ones ... 
imagine having your last shag before going 
to the gas chambers

like for real man ... 


the crunch 
of an insect shell
emerging from its crysalis 
morphing like modelling dough 

I hate my life its fucking awful 
what have i got myself into  

twist off the end
and snap it 
let all the light come out .... 

sometimes I'm not sure where I've been ...
more shit at rehab ....

so that man did touch me slightly inappropriate then 

nobody can do anything their weapons are too powerful 
we are all powerless and must do the fibs bidding

cuddle class 

I actually forgot that it 

was Valentines day which is kind of typically me ... 

a multiple crash on the motorway