TCDC

Telling secrets behind the couch,
dirty jokes, and half billion pieces
I doubt rolling down my throat

“you can’t keep anything from me.”

As I’m in the bathroom with my
ass melting in the sink
leg pinned to the wall
hands seeking movement

Arms twisting in opposing motives as my
Spine fucks my brain in its climb
Through myholyfuckholyfuckholyfuck
HOLYFUCKHOLYF--

Telling secrets behind the couch,
dirty jokes, and half billion pieces
I doubt rolling down my throat

“touch only for the free”

As the ceiling falls and doubles
in front of me
curls and flattens
the wind around me

Hair nets like a drunk Hydra
With spikes jetting out my lusting follicles
Cuts circulation butholyholyhol
yshitSHITSHITSHITSHI--

Telling secrets behind the couch,
dirty jokes, and half billion pieces
I doubt rolling down my throat

“God couldn’t be the same”

As my cells chain in perpetual
trepid circles messily weighing
my ear into silent discourse:

“All has left and I have taken it.
All was done and I have ruined it.
I was God, but he missed the show
Only when nobody was watchingholyholyHOLY”