strange rooms

the songs are into mollusks
in hesitant machinery
yet i insert context to one’s parasite
and curb the awful minded
mourners written into
closing and curious monkeys
with color and sound
beautiful forefront littered
with bluesy misfit phones
and garish shores
time’s dissenting network
chooses me every time
next we delves into
the offshoot of wild maidens
devouring infection and
efforts of firewall flesh
how many times must we recede
from sobs and ideals
she was covering merry glitterati
and sour love
till nothing but foreplay remained
and was untouched

 

 

 

Leave a Reply