i am the crook

I'm ----

daddy calls me to sit on his lap; he puckers his lips, and i give them a smack

i don’t like the difference between 1:30 and 1:40. 1:30 is forgiving and makes you feel like you have enough time but as soon as 10 minutes passes you realize that you don’t have enough time at all 20 minutes flies by like 20 years it’s 2 o’clock it’s too fucking quick it’s life in a nutshell so i don’t like the difference between 1:30 and 1:40.

            I have stumbled         into your love:    tongues           divided,         but hearts                     whole.

a carcass falls in love like me; the heart doesn’t beat. not a beat.

with a smile

He can make it

I’d prefer to know what is Out there

I've been good, real good; way too good for my own good; for his own good, I behave good; everything is good; the sex is good, he treats me good; life is good when it's all good; I was so good at being bad; I want to be good at being bad; everything is good, until I get bad; he doesn't know my good from my bad

across the devil's back I rob his hood and fantasize on things no good I take morale and shut the doors on love and sleeping beauty whores I drown a baby an innocent soul I suck them out I kill him too and it's all for a lovely ocean blue but blue is me it could never be you

I look away I choke it down I swallow it whole and  make no sound 

a monstrous soul ( I would long to kiss with a soft touch of lips ) I fear which would seep into me

chapped lips rip apart; dried out, subtle art     

I crushed a fly beneath my toes; I felt its crunch, and scrunched my nose