Plush Matrix

We know how you work, mangy flirt. Blinking your eyes, fixing your hair. When there's nothing to fix there! 


I can smell and touch it alike. Fluctuating acknowledgement of relevance. Look at me, at me like I'm a killer! If you look at me at all.

Look at me. Not your shoes. Not your hair. 


Your mind shushed your lips, but I can tell I'm deep in the pits of your mind and your eyes converse with mine all the time. Because women are forever walking the tightrope of maturity and integrity. 

To Harlem

Step on to the train, so that I can travel to your lips. Your dragon's tooth in hand, I travel from seclusion to your kiss.


Peak for a moment, I see your eyes closed. And the bridge of your nose; the world that handed me rejection, has been replaced... by your face.


You offer escape.

Twisting in the Scent

Entering this dark jungle; an abyss where its core should have been. Its animals let out a cry, their eyes closed, but they've been to the slaughterhouse before. A dirty love, found by many a dirty mate. But I find its more than petty bestiality. I'll never know if we love each other. Those eyes could mean hate.


Twisting in the scent, I long for your black eyes. Twisting in the scent, your maw in my mouth.


They say they never desert you, but it could go either way. Are men always the obscene, or is the beast also to blame? A whelp, a whine, who is getting the satisfaction? Is it anymore than animal attraction? Or does it mean something?


Twisting in the scent, I long for your black eyes. Twisting in the scent, your maw in my mouth.

Lets be Halals!

I said "I will see you again", She said "When baby, when baby, when?!" When I finish my job, complete my mission. She said "when will that be?!" I said "When I die, you'll see!" She said "lets make you eternity."


We'll be together. Your watertruck can't quench my desire, my will alone can devour planets. We arent your kids in a pen, we are gods amongst men.


I told her to spread the word around. That I'd now be wearing the crown. Of the youths who burned long ago. She said "you're not invincible, you know." I said "I'm pretty close though!". The only steel that can slice me is mine.


We'll be together.

So you've gathered all seven?

Lets see, how far we could be from the truth. I'll pull out your air, you'll tug on my underwear. You're eyes will scream, you're not letting them breathe. Pain falls under lust, I'm maid to clean out the dust.

No more chances, I'm tired of doing rain-dances. I'll fly you high, there'll be no one to watch you die. And I will run, the slave chariot burnt from the sun. I'll take no one, whisk away, won't sire a son.

Single Spike Stitches

Your face, your eyes, you hair, I stare at you pleasant and austere. To lie in your penultimate wake, is what I'd do on a Wednesday weekend. The goldenesque rays mute down on the man. Harbinger of fire who has a plan. To unite the cubes as one. Can't flippin find one!