Saturday, 19 August 2017

the other side of your face.






I'm in a state of repudiation 
All humility converges 
In parallel 
With this realization  
I was never your friend 
I was never your lover 
I was never your victim
I was never your follower 
I didn't come to argue 
To garner some conceit 
To pit myself against you 
To move onto your street 
To deride you
Freely 

I was torn from contemplation 
While her teet was ripe and dripping 
Made to trudge this great big hill 
Pushing rocks and crushing sissies 

When will the transformation 
The storm of ineluctable definition 
The dew drop of certainty 
The final piece of the perfect kill 
Drop like a penny 
In the massage chair of delusion 
Like a magic mushroom pill
Space cake sex trip 
Big train to zilch 
Let's go to your place
Hey big brother
holy molly wonderfuk
I'm laughing on the other side of your face.


19/08/17 - finished 

sketch - irina savina 








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