Face Off

Open for love, empty though
flickery dies and we seek 
our blown fears
tucking them quickly back under
ground is wet and cold
and to piss u use a coin
to call and recall 
all your messages hearts in
red lips and dicks
And my limbs swaying along
trumpet you play
well

Where all you people heading
there are no headliness
but headlights  bidding farewell
to our nocturnal tendencies 
our trembling frequencies

God has played his decks
spinning them  in fatal
And you drip drop
drip drop   drip drop
ceasing  new opportunities 
 buggering  posibbilities
meanwhile 
bluewinged  butterflye
 in your eye
my face  lost.

  -by Jaro T

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