sjuk i huvudet skjut i huvudet

 “She thanks me, tilts her head back and counts three drops out loud.
      She is trying to smoke less cigarettes. (…) It doesn’t seem right to bring up negative side effects now, immediately after a dose, to inflict this anxious thought onto an already anxious person. I open my jar to eat last night’s leftovers, some sort of creamy rice/lentil combo that I topped with nasturtium and cherry tomatoes on the walk up to the house. “

- Raegan Bird, Lobelia

BoyzIImen
she’s got the best tits in Hollywood man
the best fucking titties, I’m telling you
I’m only eighteen man she’s nineteen
it’s not weird bro it’s not weird
she’s gonna be something
real big in a couple years, man
the best tits in Hollywood man

my back stuck to the black leather
it hurts to rip apart
it hurts to stand up
sweat and heat made my pale skin
turn into a seemingly greasy couch
the entire room smells like
my burnt mustache
you wanted to hug me, closer, warmer
asked if we could buy gum, unclench your jaw
I fell asleep on the toilet stool

after our kiss you whispered
“she’s got the best tits in Hollywood, man, I’m telling you man, I’m telling you”

Sunday morning
transgress 
regress
express 
excess
never drink champagne again
only Lambrusco or Vinho Verde
start reading albanian literature
burn down your barn
light a candle, moderation will save us

PLAGIAT

Shame and yearning in Las Vegas
starve my raspberry skin
håll min hud hårt
håll min hud svårt
känner du hur sträv den är
i want white sheets against
soft tight skin and 
soggy soggy leather
and the white sun
blemishes our glass
bodies that we 
keep staining and emptying


England (smutsigt)
jag vill liksom ha 
bara lite av hjärtats heroin
ta på mig en tredelad 
kostym och doppa min kropp
eller kanske sänka min kropp
i ett fyllt varmt badkar 
och klagostöna på ett såndärt 
vackert sätt, världens djupaste 
suck ska meddela världen
jag     är      så      vacker