in automatic blabber the mind creates what the tongue refuses
Tag: Singapore
come undone at dawn tired limbs wading through the sheets
in splashes and ripples we speak to the spring sea
artificial lights after dark fueling artificial minds
spring night i pledge that my soul shall remain wild and free
lost to the turmoil and designs of the flesh dream for me would ya
dust and scorn in the wake of the new moon night
spring the spider under the rock will tell you of the secret lives i’ve lived
a problem of bare bodies where do i start upon this map of flesh
will you sit and sin and hum with me until the pain passes
