29 March 2012

FINGERS

around a stone
slider
skipping liquid ground
my feet
are on ice
and is them
pointing
fuck you
stranger
i can feel in you
your throat
rolling
perfect joint
won't bleed
leak
my ass
spelunking
or clutching
piano was a
dream and
pull the roots
rubbing
choke high on the bat
place
or run
through my chest hair
kiss and suck
hold
my bones are snap
pull the knots
out
of my back

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

also rad