Pretty in parked cars

The cat dust  
on bowl tops  
Let's us know we're out of food  
 
We're bread crumbs  
in the mayonnaise jar  
Starting to grow  
 
Sick in the mind  
Sick in the body  
In the heart  
As I kiss you up  
Your soft pale neck  
Blowing spit bubbles in your cum  
 
worn windshield wipers  
slamming in the rain  
my head ache reigns  
like a tyrant in parliament  
 
the internet eats us  
Zombies at an orgy  
biting  
fucking  
free for all  
our flesh is cannon fodder  
 
we fight like fickle children  
then french kiss to make up  
hickeys on our necks  
bursting blood vessels  
 
you nailed me against the wall  
i screamed your name  
they sold me a piece of you  
at the sunrise supermarket today