When there are other boys around, You're a dog, And I'm a tree in your territory, And your kissing Is pissing all over me.

When there are other boys around You're a dog and I'm a tree in your territory, And your kissing is pissing all over me.

in the hand of a stranger there's a bird that gets crushed there's a warmth that gives comfort until the breathing cuts off there's a humid secureness there's a pressure that holds but the bird's bones are hollow and the feathers aren't armor and the palm is unyielding and feels nearly unfeeling and she stretches for breath and she flexes her wings but that sturdy warm hand that seemed so safe a seat is the firm hand that cages and makes birds into meat.

It’s hunger It’s ‘I want you now And don’t ask questions’ Just put your mouth on mine Just open your lips Let me taste your tongue It’s a need It’s needy I’m knee deep in the bog There are bodies floating In the green glow of the moon Boys that I’ve been through That have been through me Their sickly sweet scent Makes my lips curl in a knowing grin They met my greed with greed Both snatching, both taking We weren’t concerned with tomorrow And we still aren’t. I heard of the lakes Where the wa...