Tater Trot

A nest of bones and boards holds me down Creaking in my hollow head echoing is endless I pull my ribs out to tie the endeavour I’d love to sit and stay a while with you Live in my bones and maybe you’ll love me too Please I’m begging you don’t leave me for a…

I’d rather be lost, sobbing and lowly As the cards fold upon my heart Locked into a forest of my own making With redwoods as tall to reach Jupiter’s rings I’ll never want to know me so I blind myself instead With stones in my eyes like Christmas coldly Crisscrossed on cards with my mouth…

Sarcophagus’s lay grace upon your eyes with layers of gold eerie Golden heart golden values to leak out of the bottom clearly Let yourself down rest for a day inside as to get dreary look like a trophy resting there all wasted and weary Golden coffins to encase an angelic pygmy Greed and grace are…

I loathe that your a part of my ghost Burning like an broken lamppost Feathers in my skin and coast I want to flay it most Better dead than close Lay in the roast Burn in oast My boast Ghost

Sweetened light I’m chasing through winds to see Wishes of ends perfect inside ruby wheels The dreaming of my heart grants as it steals My future new flipped over on its heels Life In your light to strike the perfect deals Your gleaming loud light is what I’m wanting To leave rocks in red satin…

White lemons in fluer and may To crash in turtles in clay Seeping ground inlays Recover and place Now healthy never to fray

My dull body drains No emotions past my neck I wish to sever

Sinning lights to glow beneath the seas lashes Glowing in turn with an ageless hunger Tentacles like pansy petals and fizz Circling Like dreams the laziest hunter Eerie light blue cast on depths in fluster Mindless in blue lechery as time falls Selene to watch over them in thralls Made in her name only to…

Jaws splitting out marring his face Crunching away at ragged lace To gnash limbs away without care Leaving shredded limbs to bleed bare Cradled in a nest of sinews Webbing it in fresh raw tissues Seeing if its meal it might wear Still so wet and sour in the hair Its mouths a gaping maw…

Withering as I set olives in my eyes I’m only here paint your halls with my dyes Beaming walls filled with green and guise Rich in paint but not paper to get arise With absolute clover in my midnight skies Rich in my hands with the mossy canvas To wash the walls away in oak…