angels everywhere angels

You are lying; the fish have spoken—Paul Gauguin

in this myth you are the spray
from his mouth
the keyboard lies there empty
there are gods apparently there are gods
but they do not approach

He is almost fastened so avid is he
to her mouth
she will have soreness
a rough reddening
if he got it right she won't care
other considerations will override this one

at this point everything explodes
there are cars full of innocent strangers
but all of them die horribly

we don't care, we keep driving

somewhere down there is a place
where they sell alcohol and drugs until dawn

in the East a cow's head

oh now you are my baby and will be so
until the morning tremor

I was mistaken

speak to me in Spanish or shut up

Vamos a tomar una copa?

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