Notesapp Poem4
I got caught where all walls sweat sugar
and every surface feels fresh to my face
Whatever muddy curse oozes through me
is gluing my wrists to a moldy bloom
Maybe it is only your lust for hard petals
that keeps them hovering at my side —
They swarm in my horny thoughts
sharp noises are mocking me with a hook
Strangers in the Night
A fragile lie served on an iron horse
taunted by 747 wasps in the sky
They sting at my worn-out whore stem
I can feel little tongues licking at stale feet
My body has mistaken itself for something worthwhile
The sensitivity lets the last of my defences creep
