Waking up
August 13, 2009
You’re talking in my face,
Tear-spittle on the back of our hands,
the noise,
the noise,
the noise,
from the black hole
that’s supposed to be your mouth.
And suddenly,
I’m not sure I know your name.
stumble through into an apartment of ….
You’re talking in my face,
Tear-spittle on the back of our hands,
the noise,
the noise,
the noise,
from the black hole
that’s supposed to be your mouth.
And suddenly,
I’m not sure I know your name.
