The moon is up as a crescent,
A smiling serpent,
Venus is below like a bitch,
Filling the air with a primal scent
Right into the new stitch.
Fuck the pills and the sence,
Fuck me and my mask of an online whore,
I'll blend into the city mass only to feel whole.
April bites and it's low string tangles,
My number is a triangle:
One in a distress,
Two with a mistress,
Zero with a confess,
A thought for food for you to puke,
Launch it for you to munch like a nuke
And look
Like the climax is nigh
Because the dive I took
Is a sidestep into the night.