Om Delicious All Day
Your Body, Actually
for HC
There is only so much content at hand
and life has become very straightforward.
One option unfolds another: touch me and die.
Reassuring as a sinkhole, totally.
Seasons come on as a sausage restaurant,
hopeful, with all its blinding trinkets
and inherited imagery. No other replies needed.
We are living in a post-sacred age, so it''s official,
nothing is sacred. It''s official: leather pyjamas.
Go away, thoroughly, where winds have worn
deserts to a whistle, rocks shaped to a gesture.
How many rugs were pulled from under us?
And will we know a burning platform among
all this interference, this life of soft graft.
Visa mer