Tagged: disease

Masking Tapes Are the Kicks for Walking on Water

We’re all the plaque
On the inside of teeth
Residing in hiding

wiping
The pretty smile off
Your face

We’re all fated to
A strict diet of gutter roaches
And the queen’s
Used maxi pads

But masking tape kicks
Match the blue in her eyes
The scabs on her face
and grinning gash
grieves for something
better

I dream of a merciful God
One who smiles
At meth heads and stray cats

Can you condemn
For the sin
You gave us?

Can you cast us aside
To a fate of eternal damnation

Is the image in which
You designed us in
So flawed?

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Love Seat

Junkie California coastals
Fuck on the tattered up
Couch on my porch

They don’t mind the light
From my burning cigarette
Or a hand down dirty denim

While they go at it
And at it
They cry out
To an impartial
Crescent moon

Sometimes I join in
They say that’s how I became
venereal vermin

But it was me
That did it to them

I’ve collected every disease
From the five corners of the world

I wait on a throne
Of the dead proletariat
the exclusive club
of people whose
genitals share the same rot