Making Eyes: Cosmic Providence, etc. - w4m (Ellsworth and elsewhere)
I smelled you today, having
a missed connection with
myself – you, eye-
fucking the shit out of
me you ask me
my name twice?
when you walked out,
I heard someone call you Melissa
I'm assuming that is your name
Me - I'm a newspaper
a shaved head
waiting outside the bathroom,
mostly dark colors,
nothing and never
(but definitely blue
even put on t.v.)
Where did you wander off to,
the outside line are you in?
I want you to fuck me with you're huge dick
I'd sleep a thousand nights in your crappy broken bed
When I turn to get my barings
please don't just disappear
some of you was pretty attractive
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