hey honey

Hey honey
come into my arms
tell me you are the only one
who has my name
tattooed
on
your
inner thigh
your thorn rose
scratches my soul
 
The nights are long
and lonely without you
your musk fills the air
in my barren room
devoid of all hope
teachings
and scriptures
beano annuals read as kids are shit
Alf Tupper was never real
but what is?

Reality chokes ones desires
puts out the childhood fires
of believing every fucking thing your told
your daddy and mother
just
wish
to
smother
deprive you of air

and the world is a letdown
every minute is a lie
made up by others
they smother you
with deppression and fire
that
never
comes
to
anything
for all time
is
a waiting game


you will remember the woman
you spent that dull rainy dead day in bed with
better than
any bible