blue biro, copics, derwent pencils, masking tape, red artliner, oils, acrylics, lipstick, stapler, chalk, dancing, music.
vanilla bites on his pale visage,
stumbling towards my black future - - -
taut, toothed invitations,
that bloodied vessel turns up at 8 - - -
craw cricked limp sounds suggest dead stupor
digesting the shit dissolves my hate - - -
and we are onehungry eyes feast on what's not mine