Fck Me Like a Dyed
FlwR
Casey
Renee Kiser
I’ve
heard it all but please,
tell
me how you know about blending
colors
as they run
down
this kind of masterpiece;
The
finest piece of ass you’ve seen since
running
behind at the museum
With
all the things running
down
my legs,
tell me you know how to keep the dead
petals
from falling all at once
Tell
me you know something I don’t
Your
look is killer but I already know
about
dying
Have
you ever seen the rose
that
grew up between the wolf’s teeth,
but in
two worlds-
Up from
under the
foolery of the wool;
then back
under
the day-drinking trailer park clouds,
where slashed
tires just say afterparty
The rose
that grew
from inside
a pinball
machine,
always getting slammed
on both
sides by
sore losers
Get
a good look Daddy,
Is that what you said to call
you
Should
I do a three-sixty and wink
morse
code come fvck me
Can
you get me so wet, my dye
will
challenge my mascara to run,
run,
run, run faster
than
my cold feet ever could. I know,
You need
a gal
with
a deathwish, a gal that bloomed
in
the noose fields of mind fuckery,
in the
sad sac
of
bad company, and still aced that escape
artistry.
Well, fuck you,
if you
think
you’re coming over at all
to
fvck me. This black blood rose is real,
and
worthy of more than your stupid
fantasy.
Get out of my garden
and
take your dollar store paintbrush
