Stop pouring your clattered hearts to me
I like them solid
We can both be drowning or we can take the door
What do you think this will give you?
Preserving shadows in a jar
All your money in high hopes leaving you penniless
This shit you’re streaming on Hulu is a bore
We can’t both be darkness. One has to be light.
Will it be you? Will you glimmer for me?
Fake your own purple rays and shun stormy clouds
All our savings in dry enviros leaving me two cents for a cigarette
You had this dream last night
of thinmen and humanoid tax collectors
And then, there was me ringing at your doorbell
but which monster more malicious?
Which nightmare less unhealthy?
Are you a brave soul?
A fistful of sand?
Trespasser to the might
Polyformed and ironclad?
Stop talking in circles and tell me what you want
We can roll ’round, kicking it off and reading
Manila’s millennial ghost stories on your bed
Or I can legit fuck you happy till I’ve moved on with the sunrise
Your ‘brella’s not wide enough to cover both of us from rainy days yet
How tall is your spirit
How tarnished, your hands
Light are the chest of the guileless
Heavy those who are mad
Are you as strong as the souls of my cinematic lovers?
Your kiss as vile, voracious and venomous?
Angelo Cacciatorean beauty
Antonian brightness, Malek eyes
Anglican of virtues
Like your empty-handed sophisticuffs
You’re my easy breeze alter-route
While I can be all means to all your ends, your indecent war nut
Stop talking in circles and tell me what it is that you want
Your sadness is why
people don’t want to be around you
But I liked it
the way it was