There is no nostalgia in the wreckage
grey matter particulate wallpaper
iced steel toothpaste
my damage held no art.

A narcissist with a taste for pussy
turn your ass out
I'll ride yours
you ride mine
spit on your stomach
piss in my mouth.

Dark
under a lemongrass moon.

It's all there in the bottle
I would die if the sun slept in
and every day would melt into candlewax
the morning Raven nevermore.



































"When this is over
when this is under
a foot of water..."