sometimes when you are a frigid bastard
By squench
when i'm stoned and you're cold
i take a ride in the mind mines
run till the screams scatter
and the stars are smudged dull
underneath my cold toes
then i jump down to words
which scramble in chaos
and my thoughts overlapping
over every reason whistles,
a story of their own
somewhere in the hot bubbles
of cold water, i sense myself
so loudly that i am unleashed
under and above every bit of
sharp desire turning flat
when my vivid abstractions
dipped in green confuse you
galore, i bounce back to lay
next to your limp hands
and wish they'd run me moist
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© 2005 squench
Published on Tuesday, November 1, 2005.
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A former member wrote:
This is lovely, somewhat surreal and melancholic, love it absolutely.