Write no letter for me
Or craft any kiss, prolonged
Your mouth reeks of blood and rum
And mine with lusty disgust
Crack me no beer can
Or hold me no longer in any hug
Neither your wife, nor your girlfriend
I'm just a hobo on tangent
Latex on my lips and in mouth
Been just feasting on cosmic dust
And on my regular diet
I have the memories of universe
Don't be a dick, don't be a jerk
I've had all of it enough
It's so prickly dry inside my throat
Ride through it on a rollercoaster ride
A bunch of lavender, and an army of despair
My memories of elephants
Hid widely in my bedroom carcass
A seashell, a deathbed and
A nameless bastard
Sleep in my arm
Dance in the fallow of mustard
Sun is our closest star
And on hearts are our dearest scars
Making merry and mining melanchoy
Screeching loudly our cimmerian whispers
Into the wild where no spectre trespass
Only marfa lights dance in distance
On those sides where thrive the greener grass
There we were, missing my Oliver
Northern Italian tragedy
You dry hump me, behind the bush forever
I'm gross, I'm Wilde
But nothing you can ever understand
Find Me, there I'm
Go green my capillary carnation strands
- Labial Latex and other latest liaisons by ©vippik













