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you want to come over
but can’t decide if you are
sub or dom
i do
i ask you to turn thirteen cartwheels
without splitting earth between two diamonds
and while reciting a passage from the bible of your choosing
and when you say you don’t know the bible, i tell you anything from gone with the wind will do
i go limb-out for you, baby
i go hard-sock-to-the-face for you, baby
but you can’t decide where to poem cause you want to bed it, and i say any place but the bed,
i tell you the bed is only for putting google glass on, followed by downloading sex with glass, followed by watching how good you close-up look while giving head
that’s when you walk the microwave all night complaining about how it heats the poem so unheavenly so
fuck it so
son of a bitch
this is when i go get the gun
this is when you decide to sub / you force me into it, and i have to say
there’s something about the feeling of sleeping with my gun
what you gonna do?
i will motherfucking kill you
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i motherfucking kill you
i do
i’ve got to tell you just because you can sing higher
doesn’t mean you hold every empty heart heat up inside
the coarse of your wild throat call
that’s what it’s like to perform for you in the rafters of the moon’s highest bitter, baby
do not bring your bidding here / i say it like a slap in the dick—
a wheel i spin you into and drop you down thirteen floors—
heart soar
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we live in high cotton
eating less fortunate heart sores
i do
you come in and say, let’s go smoke, baby
and i say, how can we smoke the world with the world inside our throats
and
you say meth, in that old abandoned blue astro mini van my daddy left before he went spinning
all yonder rooms of the moon
i can tell you
leaving home is the hardest thing i ever hit in the face—
those fertile fields are never far away through the droughts of dreams not forbidden but not encouraged
but listen, i don’t want you to get discouraged
baby
i have to tell you what is true
nothing will save the children unless the children same themselves
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we are children saving ourselves
up against garage door late night wants
i do
mouth to where heaven singes your body odor—filth is what causes maggot riot
i’m not a gypsy, i’m not mad
i just want to get away running from things that will get bad if i stay
can’t you comprehend
the end of rope like the end of snake mouth—
poem like the one you use sometimes
you do hit the mark of my heart, baby,
but let’s be honest
i need you to march—i need a soldier, followed by a daddy, followed by levon helm at any age
and you and you and you and you and your son and you and you and dolly parton
and you are the poem i bend into
i need you to log into me
signing you in /you are not signing in fast enough
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you signed it but not fast enough / slow server of my desires
i’m sorry, baby,
i do
i’m not sorry
i want someone who can suck the skin off
i don’t know what else to tell you. i don’t know how to count
all the reasons why you are a sin magnet and i am more like moon
god’s not sorry about it.
why should i be
if you won’t believe me, fill up your chariot /drown one man’s absence with the sweat of 27 others
and leave—ask god what he thinks
don’t come back without your ass on fire
don’t come back until you can’t remember the smell of my name
against your neck nape
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you come back to life with a dick in the face
i do
you can’t remember my name, so you start to call me shug—
that woman who lives in two trailers with a bridge between them, that woman who may
or may not have murdered her husband swept under the rug of good god let me get out of this one
no one knows what they want after they witness their first death so
you have to give them what they don’t know they want so
son of a bitch
i don’t know i want to fuck on the toilet until the lid shatters / moaning pieces
ain’t easy to replace—makes me want to take away your gun hip / send you into battle
to miss lots of boys today or any other gunday wilderness
i know what you want to do to me but don’t you dare whisper
scream at me. don’t you
want a lifteime’s worth of annoying. tell me the first time we sight fire
don’t be sorry for the smoke when you’re not sorry
for the storm
i eat not to destroy but to create
tonight
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i am jealous of you being god’s platform, so i kill myself with all the diet coke i can muster
i do
bless my heart, i don’t know there are razors scissoring through my gone gums while i shake
my graveyard ass waiting for you to show up a ghost
you take twenty paces east, i’ll take twenty paces west and find out where the ghost lands
i bet you it will be south of the crossroads of our spit / the worst any of us could do
is leave—as above, so below. i don’t know how i’m gonna go, baby,
they will have to drag me from this ditch like a doorknob bitch just like every other hurray
hand me the hand mirror of your killer—when i hug him i’ll call him
bad, he will
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i do
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