the suckiest of the sucks.
I want to be a lion, everybody wants to pass as cats
with a future so bright, tear out eyes for protection.
you are the supernova
in the atmosphere
of my existance
by the brightness of the moon.
counting the days
have had to justify things out loud to myself. It’s been a difficult exercise…
"drunk and full of pickles and naan,
we went back to the stands”
"all i can picture right now is a giant avocado with a Marilyn wig"
not enamoured of the million vlt
we bail out our boat
and shipward we flee
let it go, it isn’t yours
"what i can’t see, I can’t fight"