Wave in me

They say light is shed
Repercussions
Tumbling out of the mouth
Dripping off the teeth
Things never really meant


Stanilsas's heart broke a thousand times understanding men and legs and endless desire that died while the curtain shivered. Open mouths. Hiding young lovers, gaping. The eyes remained silent, pretending things were easy. A well known story, two starving bodies. Pigs starve. Ants starve. Men starve. Hunger is fed. Bourbon numbs the pain while the dried out tongue begs. Let's go backwards. Let's not brake it. Let's protect this shit. Let's pretend it didn't. Let's start it from scratch as if perhaps the leaves and the stem could still grow. As if perhaps the glowing was true and respected and acknowledged outside the terrible stains on her arms.


One word a day
And nothing to say


Who has the power to judge and what does judging mean said Stanilsas, tears of led running down his Polish cheeks. Who are you men pretending you know, numbing your senses as if blindness was a strength. Why don't you see and feel the amount of time wasted polluted discarded? Why don't you sing and fuck and lick and pray? Why don't you laugh?

The trout jumped out of the river, playing with a ray of sun. The river was disgusting. Thousands of girls thinking of drowning. None of it had a meaning. The trout could burp. Miracle above all. The ageless trout its taste and shape. The idea of the fire of the fish bones of the wishes. Shiny fish swimming in the water. Rocks and weeds twisting themselves around soggy chunks of wood deteriorating under the same rays of sun the trout was jumping through. The careless trout, the hunger, the fire. The girls still thinking of drowning. A river turned into a highway. Bunged up by Ophelias.

The tiny pink mouth asking for more, spitting blood. Farting away. The politeness of it all.