Floa

It comes and overflows or it doesn't come at all
Its been screaming for the past few days
I haven't had the time, even as I float
To let it floa...
Her and Him, patterns and circles, yet again
Jesus, and humanity, and tears, and eyes that burn

Nothing escapes
I'm burning
Tears welling
Eyes hold on to me
People cling to me
I'm horny..
Or should I say whore-ny
Whore NYC
the fucking whore in me who knows none of this
Bullshit
Matters
I hear your conversations
I see notes compared
And things to bond upon
To reminisce
To capture what I destroyed
To have a common enemy
Or scapegoat at least

The innocence of human nature
these wings dripping with blood
Eyes that engrave and hold
This red, yours and mine
You temp and test me
But, I let it floa
As I flowt here (inside of forever)
If it ever came to this
The whore I've become
The saint you've sown
I fuck and fuck and fuck
I'm whoreny  in this city
I seek, tongue, and rape
The minds of my flesh
Digging in, tearing out
twisting and turning
Through this yearning and burning
Without words worthy of waste
Another type of blood I taste
Following the from extreme to extreme
We become dizzy
And let go of your focus
Seeing truth
Seeing you
The whore in you
Live it out
Like anything
And everything
Else.

ⓒ 2001 Shawn Michael Quinn