Kinsellas, Tim
The Young Man Ma-i-d/e A Need
both perfect
head and betrayal
feign immorality
my allegiance to the distants
is like smiling squatting naked over the mirror
witha shit
smear moustached lip,
and two fingers
in my ass
our longing need
sorting and desires
renegotiating. my own
joan of arc's bones kicked
around-
unwound spine
and fingered eyes,
found nothing
to lose is all we have
and shame our finest luxury
Letras de cancionesbut when we say we as in all of us
arent we really just asking all of who and who is we?
and why cant this we stop all this blowjobishness?
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