Mickey

O' the cravings of the mind
      give me one and i'll oblige, every woman  has her potion
,
but i have to find a glimpse from my shatters,
   though it's not me at all,


it's sobriety.

And his four tongues lie to me for a little while, and my woman begs to see me.
              I ignore.
          Give a god an embrace
and shove his gold where only happiness can
                stand it.
   The plane takes off. It's just me in
sky ranting on and on. And she says she wants
  me too well.
  I'm still alone.
I'm still in a headline, with a bag of wonders
   and his demon child
   in my ear, confessing
   his love for me. I'm masticating
his energy flow.
The only promise that lucked out from the thickness of a tuned out
phallus.
Fuck this
I think too much.