Face Off
Open for love, empty though
flickery dies and we seek
our blown fears
tucking them quickly back under
ground is wet and cold
and to piss u use a coin
to call and recall
all your messages hearts in
red lips and dicks
And my limbs swaying along
trumpet you play
well
Where all you people heading
there are no headliness
but headlights bidding farewell
to our nocturnal tendencies
our trembling frequencies
God has played his decks
spinning them in fatal
And you drip drop
drip drop drip drop
ceasing new opportunities
buggering posibbilities
meanwhile
bluewinged butterflye
in your eye
my face lost.
-by Jaro T
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