the day draws nearer
we'll pack the car for graveyards
and all have lunch there
easy to be here
when it's warm above the ground
not as cold descends
hard not to picture
your tiny skeleton there
bits of things all cold
just like your sisters'
poop and pee felt on my hands
your corpse feels like home
but don't get me wrong
I might turn my nose up at
other cadavers
No comments:
Post a Comment