Vasari Joust

Said it twice, to feel it again
Sickening, we’ve been here all night
Cloiser-punk a wastrel’s dream, a set’s up
I dunno, the club or the cell, fathering
Boredom
Love it smells lovely but i fall deeply
«how to get high when you’re always low»
Obssession as a reflex
Parrot’s beak but weed always speaks
Listen
Make space for it to come
I cannot describe its contours to you
Grow a second skin in which to hide
Its impossible, indulge my own erasure
Then rest on the couch
The impenetrable;
Locked up
Cloven
Soiled
Reflexive
Fabrication’s energy, speaking of a temporal god
Said it twice, say it again
You’re on a failing path with me
But without it
I get sick
I dunno