Lightbox / americana
 

you see
i would have killed hercules. dragged megara to hell
we hugged our hematoma til it started to swell
left blood on every rug in the apartment as well
never felt so certain i had faulted myself
carpet odors - maury povich - garbage and mail
plugged a TV up to let our cartilage melt
plaster wall and hasselhoff - commercials, applause
never felt so certain i've been wording it wrong
vultures in my horticulture murdering palms
servants to an orchestra we heard in our thoughts
bourbon glaze my amaretto, sample the blanc
flashbulb sizzle smile until the cameras are off
worship Lightbox. sacrifice however we want
it's all the same when Channel 7 is on. ready or not
travelogue traverse the Serengeti at dawn
megachurch remind us we are children of God
fat gorilla, chamomile and cinnamon tea
advil for the morningtime and whiskey to sleep
skin and bones pajama clothes so skeleton chic
heroin cheeks. bloated yuppies on a restroom retreat
polar fluctuations plus a social facade
never felt so certain i was close to a bottom





thanks

Um yeah

I miss T.V time

Best thing on page one. If I was young & cared I would give good feed