All of them milking with green fleshy flowers, While powerful pistons were sugary sweet machines. Smelling of semen all under the garden Was all you were needing when you still believed in me.
I know they buried her body with others, Her sister and mother and five-hundred families. And will she remember me fifty years later? I wished I could save her in some sort of time machine.
All of them milking with green fleshy flowers,
ReplyDeleteWhile powerful pistons were sugary sweet machines.
Smelling of semen all under the garden
Was all you were needing when you still believed in me.
I know they buried her body with others,
ReplyDeleteHer sister and mother and five-hundred families.
And will she remember me fifty years later?
I wished I could save her in some sort of time machine.
Know all your enemies.
We know who our enemies are.
ReplyDeleteGoldaline, my dear,
We will fold and freeze together
Far away from here.
There is sun and spring and green forever.
But now we move to feel for ourselves inside some stranger's stomach.
Place your body here,
Let your skin begin to blend itself with mine.