Snake is curling round and round
And I keep wondering how you sound,
Silent, slither, snake your mind
Nether regions of my spine.
But not here, master, it is not safe.
Your warmth is tingling but cannot stay.
My eyes they roll, they say I prey;
Today I run and snake away.
You are my habit, you are my warmth,
You are the curling round and round.
Little thing that wiles and worms,
I wish more moments just to play.
I’ve discovered a vixen
That wears death for flair.
She screams murder in the morning
And lifts weights with far off eyes.
I don’t care if you’re death
– Taxi waiting for a surprise –
I don’t care if you’re angling,
For mystery surprises me.
When leftover bottles
Start to yell “Yellow,” and my name,
I take offense to my obituaries
Scribed middle stanza.
I don’t care if you’re death
– Taxi waiting for a surprise –
I don’t care if you’re angling,
For mystery surprises me.
And late night as I’m wandering
Your plans flicker through my mind,
I’m leftover and gangrene
Slithering naked on the floor.
Copy of a modern whore
Lisping
Relaxing in the neon lights
Menthol pressed between her lips
And Sugar Ray singing her softly
Caressing you
Caressing me
Look, we can slither in
We can copy our hearts
Lost because of dreams