Thursday, July 28, 2011

Teach me to harden my heart
float like the moon through a hive of assholes
lend a glow to the seductive treachery of memory.


Goddamn, you look good,
like you've been fucked,
like you've been fucked,
like a good fucking cup of coffee,
flushed and fucked.
And I'm winking as I back into
shadows and tangles of wire,
because I know you haven't been fucked good enough.

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