lyrics
plum-blooded, club-drunk
sleeping on my floor you’re lovely
you smell of migration
& your curls are hardening like mine
it’s so impossible, so obvious to meet your eyes
still, i can laugh at your little aura, pamela
& the freedom of self-deception
bleeding from my tongue
bleeding from your boozed tongue
bleeding from your petal-blue,
consecrated & corporeal tongue
come into the backyard
where your face gets hazy, pamela
you look just like an orphan
when you smile
never-easing, ever-ceasing, pamela
the blue-bellied night calls
my orchard’s a dead metaphor
i could be everything
i will be everything
i could be, i could be it
i could be your lover in a second’s time
but in the morning
my eyes have turned to peaches
& my hands hold my penis
like hands on a stillborn
my bed is a cherry red
credits
from
UNENJOY,
released March 31, 2015
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