i think freud would think i’m still stuck in the oral stage
i just want you in my mouth i want to suck you like a cigarette
inhaling in
the time it takes
as i take you in.
unutterable
i think freud would think i’m still stuck in the oral stage
i just want you in my mouth i want to suck you like a cigarette
inhaling in
the time it takes
as i take you in.
jes, sorry to be so literal, but you should make a real attempt before the tumor-suppressor cells fail… love, ness.
ah, ness, if only you knew- you’re not being literal- you’re just taking the metaphor to another fucking level.
ps. i think nicorettes will kill you too.
x
Hello Jes!
P.S. I HATE Ben Lee. Die scum!
Sorry, I was seething.
Ben Lee is a cigarette?
Ben Lee’s most well-known song was preemptively named after this post.
Everything that comes out of his mouth is like a turd falling into my drink.
i think i’m gonna start naming all my poems after ben lee songs because i like the thought of turds falling in your drink, pete.
maybe i’ll change the title of the “slot city” poem to “gamble everything for love”