Poems
on the first night
coo coo cooroo
falsetto blues singer
blinded by the hurt
coz I'm
blinded by the hurt
troubled refrain
slowly building
backing singers
it's intersubjective
&nb ...
the riot marches down pour lemonade into yr filters
watch it fizz w/ the aura of philosophy
confit the poor t ...
her temper tanty's sus but your mites say sassy
's entering the pleather dome lookin'
poised w/ noose & savvy much obliged to
glorify her cunning firm & tout
its nous for oblivion
where the pert velvet diva never lets you rest
your glass head in which infinite
pools rotating w/ lust
voice toots from the comments field
dissing your angel
daze of body & soul come to a / won’t come to an
end on this / the last night of dearth
brows
