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Charlie Twitch

30 Sep Charlie Twitch

MERCURY’S NET

 

Hey slick we’ve got a problem
I only know one way to solve ’em…
millions stationed at the scene
seepin’ out into mah jeans. Bbbbae
don’t you worry, the roasary’s just been cleaned
one hand waits by the river
the other on the stick
that parts your lips

(Cadeucus like a tail
draggin’ like a nail
flesh as master to the bones
guide your wand into it’s home)

My lower back a bezier!
Your palm a map
my mouth can learn
as we snake around the shores of death
I will wince at every turn!

O’ mercy!

an addendum – I never really cared none:
one of us with good fortune, the other kind of boring…
Every five or so days
just calling out your name!
You make a pretty good escape
or a closet
or a cape,
just let me slump up on you bae!
I just Wwwwant to feel the sway! (and you always know my pace)

Cadeucus caked in blood.
Wings glistening with blood.
Blood speckled, grinning mug.
Your wingtips soaked with blood.

O’ Mercury… can’t you hear me crying out?
bae I feel you slippin’ out…

O’ Mercury!
How far those wingtips take me!
Over plain, and crag, and riverbed
from headboard to the foot of your
Mercury.
O’ I’m not the jealous type, hear me out
yeah, listen bae!

Louder than the levy break
Harder than a pack of dogs
(and why not)
Wilder than the light!

O’ Mercury!

Watching you streak across my mind!
Bits dangling like a crime!

… yeah, listen up!

Nice lips! Uff – uff ­ what a fuck!
I’d rather die than let you pull it out,
let the sheets soak it all up!
O’ Mercury!
You know just what you are!
and don’t you know I mean all of it,
from the stones
up to the minaret,
O’­

what’s your problem?
you never know just when to stop it…
pounding my fists deep into the earth…
sure, we want it tho it hurt
but I think you’ve missed the point..

O’ Mercury

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