Concrete Ejaculation Calles LOVE
Pierce me like a syringe with your honesty
tell me all the things I presumably do not know
in ventricle spirals,
The flesh that is sacrificed for knowledge and prosperity is fucking
with the fluid filled cavities
Your horror of deception is condescending,
elaborating need for touch
on timetable marked red patches
I could embrace your index
Is this you, who I must gather form the corner
of the counter, licking the fingers
I hold on to my coffee cups
discriminating the food,
you fools!
This altar of sanity in the hands stretched out to wide
is showing the oblivion of thought
for many reasons undressing in the central station
in the hall way,
This is not why I came here - For
Good night and god bless,
Queen of Disorder
Sonia Dietrich