Of Two Minds

Emptied of prescription prayer this vessel runneth overwith questions.Titrated down step by step this systems clean, purefeeling fresh.Which narcotics best regulatemy chemical reactions? Asking for a friend,not so I may avoid them.Covered, my mirror is sealedthis may be a last reflectionbefore repossession.Spiraled into manic thinking this depression is frighteningif it means no more mewithout me.

Out Of Season

Spitting out your seedbinging on watermelon winedevouring this sugar baby‘cause I’m ripe, juicy, tasty.My has-been undercover lover still marking territory on exesyour wet spots soaking throughthin cotton front lines.I’ve a fat lip swellingan anaphylactic reactionto the napalm.I’ve a hot welt risingin the shape of your hateacross my backside.Why are you returning when there’s nothing leftbetweenContinue reading “Out Of Season”