Death is a phone call

Death is a phone call 

Don't feel a thing 

Wet as longing 

Bright as a sting 

Your skin is a census 

Proclaimed for longing

I am an episode 

Corrupt as your cheeks 

Wheeling the starlight 

Rusty and cogent 

My loins are the context 

By which we are spewed 

Pig you big prig you 

Lick of your tongue 

Blood piss and muscle 

Hot as our dust 

Enthralled with you 

Image thought lust 

You infect me 

Like a virus 

My blood is thin

As a sordid tendril 

Millions of sirens

Ride my concealment 

Conquer the sin 

Of squalid desire 

Flesh melts 

Like snowdrops

Trampled by liars

Death yelps 

In triumph 

poppy field lovers

Writhe in fire. 

2018.

Death is a phone call
Don't feel a thing
Wet as longing
Bright as a sting

Your skin is a census
Proclaimed by the king
I am an episode
Corrupt as your cheeks

Wheeling the starlight
Rusty and cogent
My loins are the context
By which we are spewed

Pig pig you pig you
Lick like your tongue
Blood piss and muscle
Hot as our lust
Don't think I want you
You are in bondage

You infect me
Like a virus
My blood is thin
As a sordid tendril

Millions of sirens
Ride my concealment
Conquer the sin
Of my squalid desire

Flesh melts
Like snowdrops
Trampled by liars
Death yelps
In triumph
poppy field lovers
Cast to the fire.

23/12/17