floating in sky
country looks tiny
somewhere there you are
grounded in the riff raff
looking upwards
feeling far.
fake poet wins millions writes about steel and dull objects plastic spoons and soiled underwear unbeautiful with no message dies happy.
suck my thumb
warm pink button
your wrinkly mouth wet inside, cavernous
your dangerous jawline harms me nothing
you lick my lobes, i quiver
and laugh at ending.
nowhere you sit far away - girl is talking nails a bright pink voice so annoying her laughter is portuguese outfit i'd never wear to have you undress feeling flaccid in my mean thoughts.