when we roll it's rape, baby

I.

can't smell the prada for all the rape because it's sunday afternoon and dada knows best
but damn, baby, i adore our puerile eclectic aesthetic bone china teacups on the windowsill
werewolf from the uk raping squaw doll from new mexico and purple pieman holding
bob the alien from roswell in awkward forced embrace you in a no crying in baseball tshirt
me in a faux leopard hoodie and ripped camo leggings my hair a frizz of fuck ho
please rape me every morning for the rest of my first house virgo moon life
destiny the dirty slut demands this and nothing less

 

II.

everything is unbelievably good in the english countryside hood smoking our ganja in the loo
eating domino's in bed watching twin peaks because time has warped and i am 25
still in love with dali and henry miller and red dog beer the greatest hits of gary stewart
and you are 38 swigging vodka in sweden blasting busta rhymes mott the hoople fugazi
you got me with your poetry and beavis and butthead references and dick pics
and are keeping me with your hazel eyed gazes holding my hand as we walk across bricks to charity shops and the smoke shop with candy and naked chick lighters fucking me stoned fucking me drunk fucking me sober as the sun glazed window showing all those gossiping beech trees tells me this could be northern california or brooklyn or narnia the only essential fact is us incontrovertibly together solid as stonehenge
"let's get married in a cathedral," i suggest on saturday when a busker is in the courtyard singing shitty country songs and old women are blowing bubbles in front of st. john the baptist
"why?" is your question which is logical but you are in love with an irrational texan
who gets enthusiastic about candles and old records and children's books from the sixties

 

III.

if this were a cereal commercial honey would drip from every branch and frogs would sing rainbows
you are a beauty monster and i vow to fuck with you until stones scream we are all doomed
there is no hope no beauty left evacuate the shit ass premises because by then we will be higher
than this 3D bullshit well on our way to brighter prettier realms karmically immaculate as we are
in spirit form i will love you better than now if you can believe it
i believe it enough for the both of us, papi
so keep that slobber coming
and when i hand you an opal apple
always take a bite