brush your trust away
we're painting lust today

i wear corduroy caps with tears in them
and ten year old hoodies with the zippers missing
prefer french kissing, and fringe intimacy
with all your best friends' best friends listening, singing:

hoodies no shirt, hoodies no shirt, hoodies no shirt, hoodies no shirt
middles fingers to the sky, why?
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hoodies no shirt.

harbinger
binge bringer of the reckoning
I reckon she should recognize
rise and stop speculating
surprise
speckled with freckles
and remnants of drunken intimates
in time for a shower and breakfast
crass legacy
these queens next to me
alas: fuck a quantize
latency god’s great gift to mankind
blessed be procrastination
permeating adolescent to adult’s essence across the nation
spacious:
locked myself in a dorm room
with tumblr porn and canned soup
summation wine and enough rhyme
online dictionary lists to oh shit
there must be arsenic in the chicken coup
truth: that’s bad broth
tell her to scoff and quaff the squawk
for the cock’s next batch of rich bitches brew
fucking gourmet… fondue
and yes, honestly I’m quite fond of fondling you.
heckle me why don’t you:
she with a hoodie unzipped no sweater
for best access to breasts unfettered
but let her keep her dignity, hands off
such a tantalizing media trope… nope, hands off.
cursed ruse: i do it for the nouns, verbs, and rampant mistresses
uh… i do it for the love of words and beaucoup des bitches

hoodies no shirt, hoodies no shirt, hoodies no shirt, hoodies no shirt
middles fingers to the sky, why?
hoodies no shirt, hoodies no shirt, hoodies no shirt, hoodies no...
hoodies no shirt.

all bummed out
album
no pens
ran the rhymes through a sieve without thought
oral missive
reference to that of being pensive
in case you missed the particularly senseless.
mistress no distress just plentiful listlessness
a list of lustful businesses and frequent visits
solicited by explicit appearances of remiss visages
and diligent deference to cleavage
provided by the aforementioned apparatus
hoodie no shirt the maxim and fashion of your gratis
and gracious am i grateful
loquacious and so hateful
enraged by these gratuitous
demonstrations which i revel in
vainglorious, irises drenched in “vinyl teargas”
and forced anagrams fanned over panoramic landscapes of your sternum
fanfare, dammit you worsen by the subsequent verse
lurking amidst
remembrance of when i had more songs at large than listeners
by about a hundred
and i have a hunch that this stone won’t quite roll you over
or nigh get you naked
at least obsession is all relative
if there’s one thing i’ve learned
it’s to never throw rocks without purpose

hoodies no shirt, hoodies no shirt, hoodies no shirt, hoodies no shirt
middles fingers to the sky, why?
hoodies no shirt, hoodies no shirt, hoodies no shirt, hoodies no...
hoodies no shirt.