i r a n & B R o k-e my f e e t

WARM WOMB GAVE ME UP

i R A N & B R o k-e
my f e e t

falling/felling —> f e e l i n g s and & i (say
exasperating my L U N G S of nature’s criminal WHORE
\\ wait! /// i am a l ready floating (la la la)
come on! Cha’mon! /beneath the light of falling lit STARS
we fell into the dark pit of love/ no one can save true romantic
hearts here where there are muted shouts of pain and undying
convictions of Being___ oh come to me/leave your skin behind\
be Spirit and Soul. Oh come toward the Light of devouring
expression. OH! baby! Come to this dance hall of duty!
I ‘ am true confession so like purple baby breath….i die
for you and tonight confessions like a student with grey
pupils and her teacher saying, “come on now i am your daddy”
puss and within our, “i just don’t care………..”
Come on you fetus-breathing dead babies piled upon the garbage
can of, “slaughter your animal emotions!” says the baby, with
purple lips, “so glad to have met you — i don’t care what you say
this womb was warm but bleeding and i am a anti-precious passion
of one night — why why why me?

:: 06.1.2020 ::