i got your mouth in my mouth and your hair in my mouth your voice in my mouth and your flesh in and i'm still starving i am teach you to burn your bread before it's buttered and stay in bed until late afternoonhow to hold the sun down until you're ready to swallow it through thick bottomed glasses stolen from the pub how to laugh so that it hurts people, so that it takes all goodness growing in their guts and spreads it thick on the floor we will feast on it because we cannot feed each other even though you are now taking wet red chunks from my face with your shining teeth while my eyes open wide with terror glistening like diamonds; there are animals and we are animals who will later lick each other's wounds before finding something stinking rotting in the sun to share
Moi, j'avais jamais rien dit. Rien |