Me more, me more
Red or blue
Red shoes or blue shoes
Red shoes or blue shoes
On return, i wanted to hold his balls together
To tell him there have been no others
Sigh into his nooks and crannies
But to look for cracks in his fresh coat of paint
At his center now there's a hole
Where our instants, elated low, to and fro
It’s all just echoes in the middle distance
Apparitions of all of our desire just fizzles
Now latent split hairs
The vanity of our small difference extinguished
Four years of a magnifying glass plastered over one eye
And there's me, still scratching at the skirting board again
Hoping to excite that sacred spot
Clip through the vector left floating in that gorgeous, endless grey plane
But his boundaries, once undulating, pulsating, sit still now
Bound, drab
At least his air is clear now
Nine hands of the white wall that i painted
A saint, i flip, and i am blinded
Distressed, i retreat
Enmeshed, another jettisoned
Among the onion skin, the darkest hours compress
From this vantage, stones left unturned
Burned by the yearn, i roll a rock front-side
Tide's going out, let’s see what's left on a lino
Oh i know, i know, i know!
Remember there's that sunk spot by the washer
Where you thought you was a gonner?
And then pissed all on the corridor
No no, we cannot drink like that anymore
'cup of tea?' he asks
And i am drawn out of inspection
I am sink up through the plughole
Into low cue insurrection
I pause to debate the countertop, but-
Really i must be getting off
I've had my fill, and for what it's worth
I'll carry he with me
Laid a knife lie back south
But lighter somehow
Brighter later
And i’m certain, now i go back to you
One night’s enough to know where's roots