Hot Také

DRiNK

your own melancholy music

pushing pushing you further into a self inflicted pit

of who the fuck

and what and why and when

you’ll be ruler straight

as narrow as a hot wheels track

bending forever round

a preconditioned hairpin

you hope will, one day

straighten out.


Christ bury the shock

the day you realise

you’re going in

endless devastating precipitated circles.

haahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha

help us please.


Look upon this plea

and give our spines a wholesome hug

a hug we’ve been begging for

for half a generation, and one

that maybe we can

pass on

beyond our feeble arms.