Our After Dark Pavement Kissing

I throw your friends at the floor,
throat burnt in a howl of Aftershock,
like I had drunk power cuts.
You short circuit, shout me down the street,
Where you slip in snow, fracture skull on concrete.

Where you slip in snow, fracture skull on concrete.
You short circuit, shout me down the street,
like I had drunk power cuts,
throat burnt in a howl of Aftershock.
I throw your friends at the floor.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s