Sunday, 24 March 2013




a very sculptural experience 

her eyes are half 
closed and she loves his 
dress ... the door just made a 
retching vomiting noise like a screeching spook 

nudging about for the muscle 
and then a bit further in 
so she could grip it 

see how you like it 
the deluded trance of pain 

that taunts the music 
with a razor scalpel fashioning
petals out of the flesh 

and carve tattoos on you 
while you lay on the floor you 
look so cute when your hurt i could kick you 
like a puppy 

who says Neptune can't wear those 
I have a black glove we could 
play with  

... gripping the duvet ... 

so she was 
jumping on his 
stomp box with her Chelsea 
boots when he takes off his high heel 
turns it round and jabs it literally into her cheek 








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