- Cuts on Your Hands
the cuts on your hands tell me little
we lie curled in a ball breathe into each other
& you inflate me & I am untethered & float away
I feel the sting of the cuts on your hands
I feel the burn of the darkness of your eyes
the blisters on your skin tell me everything
- Dark Inclusions
there are no dark inclusions
& I am no longer tangible
you gouge me out of your throat
& only notice me in the dark
I glow in the dark
with some luminosity
that burns the backs of your eyes
- Fruiting Bodies
I live under your skin breed & breathe send out tendrils
thread an invasive network through your limbs infest
your insides with spores that might bubble out & through your skin
I live on your skin you breathe me in absorbed into
your bloodstream swim through capillaries attempt
to breach the blood-brain barrier & consume your thoughts
- Luminous Rot
beneath the earth I crawl blind & numb
my fingers tease for any hint of you
the heat of you glows red behind my eyes
& I follow the trail & I follow your trail
you glow with a luminous rot
you grow with a mysterious rot
- Needle In The Hay
Your hand on his arm
Haystack charm around your neck
Strung out and thin
Calling some friend, trying to cash some check
He's acting dumb
That's what you've come to expect
Needle in the hay
Needle in the hay
- No Cure For The Lonely
She'll go down there to nowhere soon
She'll stand there still with her head in the moon
I will be her nowhere man
We're not named until the end
That girl was so much better than me
But it always goes wrong
There's no cure for the lonely
- Prenons le large
Ici il n’y a rien à faire
L’hiver s’étire à n’plus vouloir finir
La ville est pire qu’un somnifère
Où j’vois s’endormir nos projets d’avenir
Mais dans tes yeux
Y a mille lieux
Où je nous vois aller, oublier
- Ton histoire
Elle entend souvent dire qu’elle n’est pas dans les normes
Que ses rêves ne pourront jamais prendre forme
Qu’il est trop tard, on n’lui ouvrira pas de portes
Des mots qui sont lettre-morte
Mais elle poursuit sa route
Elle refuse d’être victime du doute
Elle se souvient, que sa mère lui disait :