Gerber’s Strawberry Death

i shed away the skin of human shadow-faces
i begged a figural of heartShaped lips…
my knees bled you and ghosts ate my
golden string soul of a secret lover’s world

No! now, whoa! i ate your soul!
Wow, low, how? it tastes like love…

No, now, whoa! i hate your lies
Wow, low, how? i fell into your heart…

and your penis fly trap devoured my only friend
a dashboard Jesus bobs His Head…

And baby’s breath is fresh Gerber’s strawberry death
And mother’s milk my silk When we meet in clitoria bed

No, now! Whoa!
i ate your soul
Wow! low! how?
i gave you my soul…

You were my High School infatuation friend
and i gave you high behind music hall

Now Mozart turns inside and Beethoven sighs
Cobain blew his mind and my penis fly trap…

Eats Gerber’s strawberry death

:: 08-15-2014 ::