Hypersion
I’ve got this thing, for a thing
for castration-
- and instantaneous messaging
Hyperion is locked out of the apartment
Keys lost in, his father’s, abdomen
I’ve got this thing for fishing
In an old man’s guts.
I don’t believe in double-entendre
Not your friend, don’t do half-nods
I put penknife through pancreas
anyway. about castration.
He called up a locksmith:
‘Mathew, Luke, John’.
(from last year’s cladding job)
It happens so quickly.
Like a tele-telepathy
Can sear thought into
your head; out the other end
but I’ve this thing for,
quick and easy
(the blood streamed down:
his chest, his chest)
Of course, I fucked Hyperion too.
-once
-twice
-shoddy locksmith
I did it on his weeping
dad.
When they’re that. Old
skin taught (not) as it is
Caught a bite in,
:unlocked door,
quick fuck.
Text message,
should ((piss in a cup, drink it
and: foul fairer) than love,
could.
-4/4 first great dancer
looking on in Disco flairs;
flares, cut, bloody, cut
cut the fashion in, with a penknife
blamed you for the pancreas job.
Told you. already- but
you haven’t checked your phone
“See it’s too quick”
-to go to war for a shag-
a Titan needs a locksmith
like a. like a. (a)
father needs his children
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