touch yourself to this
then cry your tears into my eyes
run away with me to dominica at high tide
read me your story without skimming any sentences
I don’t give a fuck how long it’s been
read me your story and forget the punctuation
I don’t care if you just want to get it in
I’m haunted by your sin
it jives inside my bones when I’m asleep
I wanted you to win
for you to moan and reach the peak
stoned and at the beach
staring at a starfish
I burn the sand against my skin to tear into the varnish
fish garnished with garlic and parsnips hard dick underneath the tablecloth pardon
turn the cable off take it off garden of eden is this motel room
I’m starting to learn the ways your body wants to be held to
your mouth lied but your soul smelled true
so I felt you feel yourself while I swelled through
the fan’s hum
you told me I was handsome
I told you you were beautiful
you turned to face the bland sun
held my hand for ransom
over your breast
a bouldered soul eroded by a shoulder caress
sheltered from normal duress
by a blessed novel environment
left hobbling wireless
remember how we started off
text message admirers
crestfallen by miles of
flesh between us
stressed teens
harboring nihilist
schemes
dreams toppled by vileness
and the scoffs at the childish
now we’re lost on an island
and agnostic to violence
mossed over in myelin
sheathed in a shack
we listen as I breathe on your back
believing in that
we leave it at that
we listen as I breathe on your back
believing in that
we leave it at that
we listen as I breathe on your back
believing in that
we leave it at that
The enigmatic punk-rap duo of Justin Pearson (The Locust, Swing Kids) and hip-hop producer Luke Henshaw make their long-awaited return. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 7, 2024