go see this~

he says to me see this? its a watch a stop watch
its like a bug bearing in your face working
your sexless camera hooligan of your eye pod
immaculate trace of your disembarked ego

what? she leans in after the flood

stammers the silly whore
a nun of her own prize
stilting her way of speech
not carrying on anything
but the death of her own mother

pardon me?

who's that

who's that
when she's not home
but the whore of the olympics
trading in traffic and wars


everyone knows it doesn't work
laughing me in my face as
he died

remember better is not good
its not as sick

that is the key.

"that the key