there were fruit and flowers living in my brain POW #3 I had a another post up here and I thought twice so here is my original

there were bells on the hill but I never heard them ...

dying in a cesspool of forbidden shit

I hate forbidden shit

It reminds me of the apples I ate when I was non-cancerous


the smell of the death-ward is kinda nice

it reminds me of tricycles


no I never heard them at all ' til there was ...

a festering silence overcomes this habitat

and it ain't a gerbil cage, baby



and there was music, and wonderful roses, they tell me ...

always wondered who the fuck "they" were

if jesus lived in an underwear drawer

then the words would come out sweeter



If Gita lived in my mouth

then surgery would be cleaner



I still wish I was there with Auntie May

drinking her dirt cider

and hoping for redemption