Looking Wet in Public
This is the last chance Ever since the house burnt down Lonely alone, is only alone Calculated alchemy, of jack, coke and vanity This is the last chance Lonely alone, is only alone Ever since the house burnt down Lonely alone, is only alone All that I want is drenched in the eyes Splinters in brine Handprints in wine All that I want is hopeless remorse Painful remorse Endless remorse All that I want is drenched in the eyes Splinters in brine Handprints in wine All that I want is drenched in the eyes Drenched in the eyes Drenched in the eyes Hopeless remorse Hopeless remorse All that I want is drenched in the eyes Splinters in brine Handprints in wine All that I want Hopeless remorse Painful remorse And spit on the spine All that I want Splinters in brine Handprints in wine And spit on the spine All that I want Is drenched in the eyes
Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 26, 2025
Charting the pace of the lice on the linen Scouring the papers for news of our children All I want, is us alone Somewhere out of town You fucked up, me tied down Sucking the holes for the last of the venom I, asked her to, slowly feed you She, requested, a shopping list I, responded, it's not my job To, determine, the course of death Praising the neighbours for skinning the dogs Shaking the infant to hear how she coughs All I want, is us alone Somewhere out of town You fucked up, me tied down Me tied down Me tied down He, objected, "why am I here?" She, ignored it, "open your mouth" He, dejected, lowered his jaw Then, she gave it, her everything To, her credit, she shut him up I, remember, the sense of fear When, I cut my, own body up And, didn't have, the heart for it The heart for it The heart for it Pounding lovers' lips alone Force fed trash Leaving fragments of the bone Six, five thousand, or others? Four, eight thousand
Don't talk over me I just need a minute Where were you last night? You're pathetic Don't talk over me The things I've known, adorn my bones Crawling into the pig tin, only twelve hours to go Slithering creep of the shore, gumless teeth of the mountaintops Abalone shells and plastic cups, where the intrigue stops
Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 26, 2025
False arrest Carwash of cigarettes and bourbon stench False friends revoltingly ... alarmingly undressed Slippery, stained fingers, slip-slide and clench Happy hour? Happy hour?! Unhappy disaster Scratching grooves into flesh, to what end? Unloved one's love bodies in plaster You're shuddering? take my scarf Ungrateful, go home, you're drunk Or another? fuck, why not? We're fucking dripping, and we've got what we've got The shower No story It's fucking cold In the shower Limp spaghetti Jeans over handrail Cracking floor ITV4 Sucking on dead dry dirt Sand teeth tectonic cracks Deep stitched in tongue Stillborn helix neck to spine Limp wrist, waist of a stranger Coughing of the neighbour Underwear, everywhere Underwear, everywhere Hairbands, tins with ash Shaft of light, lids collapse Hairbands, tins with ash Shaft of light, lids collapse Where is the shower? Where is the shower?
Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 26, 2025
Hell breaks loose I've had my day of glory Paranoid, hypocrite in white jeans Bleeding dentures in a zip-lock bag Think of the home, of the home that you've broken Throw your lungs open, in hoping they're open Cinching the ides, cinching the ides Children in high-vis, and cancer survivors Cigar marks Sobbing strangers fucking in car parks Scarred tar stacked higher Than Marvin Gaye's question marks Warm wounds kissed clean For baby's ashes in the apple carts But will it take a butcher's knife? To know that we're all in love? Let's be pleased with it Your lies in bad jeans, bad genes Turncoat lizard Wide smile and bright teeth
Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 26, 2025
Collapse of grin A century ago I don't eat anymore I don't eat anymore The abortion clinic opened The day after you were born After you were born And we drift across Acres of pine trees In hope and memory Perfectly placed Bones interlaced But you're deceased The scheme of skin Un-fresh sheets Around me Around me Oh, save me? Threadbare and cheap and brurdened As an early ghost to a sullen womb Screaming, in love, in a servant's corridor And I'm not yet born And I'm not yet born
Submitted by The Void — Apr 26, 2025