let's get marrowed
dreams not talk, but I have that fresh air
a fan blowing around you
I dyed the pillowcase blue
it's so pretty now, it looks like cloud springsky behind those little blue flowers
it's funny my immediate intentions were
to send the pillow in the post immediately
to pillow you
but I got greedy
and wanted to roast in the gone-scent
it's funny, I wish I would have
a non-pillow
but I've the bedding to change
because we're never rollin in the club, here
closed ∞
get yer coats on, take the shit out of me
the balcony closed even to girls, now.
over the winter the sparkleporch, attached directly to the cougar den which is the vip lounge of gayulz club
closed to men
not because we're inherently sexist, here at gayulz
but because boys in the balcony ruin it
make it dangerous
it just took two bigbodied slams to unhinge the thing
and it became girls only.
it's like the balcony of the club parked in front of Kyle's
balcony party
girls in the back
like six chicks deep
could.
I like memory
it's like a bite
or sometimes a cut or a bruise or a break
then a veil
and a thin little blood vessel
or a juicy foods
but I'm digesting at every turn
and ingesting them all to marrow me
hardening the arteries of my softbod
the uncut fruits of our little labor
