a still night
fucking
wind
open with
out the call my
kick
injected ground
sucked your mouths
to see if anyone
in their houses
woke up
I look to
sleep
and laugh
arranging scraps, leave
clock fucked
whole noises surround you
of collision
do not decree
out in front
of house laughing
becomes voice,
lapping cutting,
lapping in the winter
boiling in the air
lovers banking body
the demo that sung
on the writhing
up with filling neck
night peddling
spitting
spits ground
that moves
don't go this time,
when I was hungry
