logorrhea or some shit

a delightful collab with the redoubtable anna_grin

the words were flowing out of his mouth
like refuse sliding into the dump
piling higher the sound and smell too  much
every word was a lie
pain, a bleeding fuck
of hatred
he'd shit on gold and call it an improvement

cashconverters are like family to me
stop me at the door
aint got shit to sell, keep tryin anyway
and blurring the street edges are the homeless
sleepin on money

and maybe the bitch next door
should shut her fuckin mouth about the grass
the couple next door
shouldnt look up at my window if they dont wanna see me naked
and maybe
cleaning the drains aint my problem
probly its this house i should put a match to





the silences are growing longer
a reprieve
a pocket watch worth of time
to forget
regret
give up
the need
and foolish wants
the city pharmacies wear out
so buy online
the problem isnt solved and you know it but you
i mean i
well you know it

i lit a fire in the landfill
of his words
the putrid toxicity an improvement
i'll spare you the details
but it feels like life

i said
don't be so jealous with the earth
it was always mine