We are the cock-eyed children left to babble in tarantula glue. We are the shock-eyed children left to suckle straw in the soap opera zoo. We are the
you strike for better wages at the cola factory and they drink champagne as they kick in your teeth? Hey Peacock? What's that? I just wanna know what his blood
[Mr. Howell:] The dinner was fine, until she opened her mouth. Oh, Candy!(Yeah!) Oh, Candy!(Yeah, Yeah, Yeah!?) Behind her teeth fifteen rats started
those chariots, racing your run, autographing flooded slums. those chariots, they never sleep, chased you down a lilac's lung. rat rider! rat rider
fire! fire! fire! orange yellow and black flesh trees bloom fire fire fire i'm trapped inside this motel 6 on fire, fire, fire those young fists clenched
When the french maids cigarette turns burns like a boiling tapeworm (that was really something baby, that was really something baby) When the chandeleers
siamese gun clik clik bang bang bang. exhibit A: the trail of the womb tears the blinking genitalia. exhibit B: a death leather towel to mop the blood
this telepathic hangover gnaws the nipples off my neck. well, when you suck off those machine guns, mister, what do you expect? i crawled through 60
Why can't we let our mouths devour each other? Why can't we turn those miles into inches, letters into breath, years into seconds? (We always said we'
man with the flaxen wig? Who brought this city to its knees, who left it lusting. Have you seen the man who lathers his face featureless? Because incognito blood
twilight's million battered lips sleep in a house of fractured smiles. young love's clumsy fingertips are gonna find out for themselves. the birds
They're fucking after us, my bathroom mirror is cluttered with colonial faces. it's a fright, it's a sight, powdered chalky white. You've got to rescue
"roll film!" screams scissors lips, prepping the flesh with his paper cut hiss. she couldn't breathe, she couldn't speak as faceless vampires bled the
Her heart throb heart throbs 340 beats a minute. Those slit throat confessions licked by randy flames of persuasion, the shaving of bone, the lingering
Yesterday I shaved every inch of my body and mailed the hair to you. Does this excite you? Is this what you like, pen pal? Today I mailed a brick through
. so you charge into battle, muscles rippling, tanks tingling. before you fire a shot a white flash feels up your flesh and cloaks you in a robe of blood
Those tire tracks Zigzag your torso like a Devil's self portrait The car accident, the skin graft treatment, the flower baskets The wincing relatives...
Scarecrow, you ruined me. Now I've caught my hands in the death machine. They fed my children to the lions; they made me watch it on the television. Scarecrow