When you tell your hag youre about to leave her to go trick

nolagays:

Bachelor’s Degree

Paper trophy—that cuts that cuts that cuts that cuts that brands my XP dry-skulled forehead for what for what for what for that untuned urgent grand piano plucked a forte ‘plauding crowds are worth some lint a bunny dusted mopped that floor—all wood— and dry skin cells a blank- et trampoline. Horned yarn swords believe the sound.

Baab baab baab, baab baab Iran.

Pisces

You’re the kind of fish who
inches toward the bait, then
away retreats at the shiver of a finger.
Nibbling at what you know will not attack you,
leaving the ocean unchanged as you slip through it,
you bind my eyes and restrict them to you.

You’re the kind of boy who,
when a friend sleeps over,
doesn’t turn off the lights or the television
because, you say, you’re too drunk to do either.
But in the way you hold your arms
I feel the fear you have of me.
Turn off the TV, and we’ll discuss how to destroy the world.
Turn off the lights, and I’ll invite you to my bed.