Tuesday, March 10, 2009

5/299@7:48pm

tonight
i'll wear a dress.
and then
i'll put my dick into a skull.
and then
i'll drink wine from
the still bleeding bladder of a goat.
and then i'll cut out
the word glamour from every book.
and at the end of the evening
i'll realise that
my shit is perfect,
that too much cold set down,
backstage now down town,
armature,
collision,
dysfunction.

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