I’m going to get semi good at DJ-ing: NEXTRA, NEXTRA, DON’T WATCH THIS SPACE BLERGH

have this, it’s new, secret and unread:

I scream Jerusalem, Roman choirs are singing

I roll with the best of them, and my ears are ringing.

Rejection on both sides of the aisle, slotting solitary for a while,

Strobe lights are flashing, I’m living life in slow motion

Accomodation in Lethe, the weekend’s for sleazing.

That’s the power of love – or lack there of:

When generosity is a by-product of ingenuity,

When sex is a fatal attraction born of boredom,

When all that echoes off bones is ‘I’m not a fan of this moment’

And when my eyes dilate from consternation,

Reflecting light bulbs like constellations, Ursula Minor –

Personal Lolita: “I don’t love you, I’m just passing the time.”

“You could love me if I knew how to lie.”

If your honesty were commendable, then my truth is condemnable,

All that remains is first place, last place, third times a charm:

My soft, supple lips committed grievous bodily harm.