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Request for Respite
three steps before hell
the gate keepers ask
if you came for
business or pleasure
big fucking question
sure they would expect
you’ve at least
made up your mind by now
and have it all figured out
but you’re just trying
to smile
and they’re trying
to smile
as you walk off
thinking they probably
get this
all the time
Heavyweight champion
the priests team up
and work in shifts in
an attempt to comfort me
they spoon feed me fruits
directly from jars
but I’m having
none of it
this time
I spit it in a soft lake
and hide in the tall grass
wild and scared
when nature lets its hair grow out
I’m climbing every single one
until gravity pulls
a friendly reminder
of the stones in my pocket
but my god
it’s hard to feel heavy
next to you
Your vacation pictures are turning my brain into salt water
The TV is screaming at me
in the voice of people turning twenty one
while I dream of manspreading
my way into everyone’s life
to cover more ground
and take more than I need
just because
I can
It’s excessive behavior week
and I’m the Belladonna of this shit
I try to forget the too white sheets
and order some of the stretchiest attire
available online
Yes I still think of you
and how you would
count your blessings
using all your fingers
the gray nails the red nails the black nails
the too white sheets all year
and I would pull my hand out of a bag of chips
to mirror your movements
and immediately realize
the softest hands
I could ever imagine
are my own
My dream house has a TV/VCR combo unit with a copy of Body Heat stuck in it.
This might be the start of something new
so we ask each other questions
like do you know this band
what would your dream house look like
and is your dad still alive
I shake my head
you cry a little
we smoke in bed
and drink from the same glass
your tongue carves pet names into my neck
and I cringe a little
while hair’s falling to the ground beneath me
yesterday’s socks on the ground beneath me
I put them on again
just watch me.
I’m spamming fire emojis in the comment section of your mirror selfies
I light a fire on both sides
of the river
because I’ve got nothing else
going for myself
while I shout confessions
at the river
and watch them sink
like rocks
until all I got left
is this mouth
and two fires
and everything
slowly
hits
bottom.
Watch me survive as I cross the street without looking
I’m kissing half a million birds when I kiss you
how much could you take
from the corners of my mouth
and will you put it back again
I want it back again
I glow in the dark when I’m with you
and you laugh
for twenty minutes
with your head back
on the remote
Calendars make sense when I miss you
and wrap myself in arms
the size of cranes
THOSE YELLOW MONSTERS
I can’t believe
you considered climbing
Would you go all the way with me
if there was no harm in falling?
Please tape my hands to your ribs
no this is not a fetish girl
I just want to
be part of something
I can’t control
And read my lips all you want now
the man in the mirror is sewing his mouth shut
and he’s like halfway done.
Eventually all birds must land.
TURNUPTHEHEAT
Sirens from the distance remind you all this
might have been a mistake
as you spray flawless pentagrams
onto the gravel at the highway turnaround.
The cops don’t stand a chance
if you walk the devil on a leash.
#FFFFFF
I hear you breathe through the walls
we’ve painted not too long ago
three layers in two days
Will this be enough paint?
It should do for now.
it never did
though I’ve been waiting for
your breathing to soften
like meat in teeth
it never did
there’s no paint left
and white is not even a real color
I know that now
We used to pasodoble in dance-competitions around the globe.
I put all my stuff on your backseat
you put all your crimes in a paperbag
friendly fire in the streets
we keep moving
to fight this thing in different places
burn a flag, burn a cross, burn some calories
while moving on the ashes
we keep dancing cause we’re cold
thortenguss 