The Wanderer
Kid A
like a fish in oxygen
stumbling against his arms
tangent sway
like stillborn glow
thrashing on the floor
with vaguely pondering eyes
the tattered lace
her unlatched safe
bra, panties...
stockings slip
the silent surrender
on her static lips
to the magnetic pulse,
of skin on skin
she clutches in weary haste,
at the sterility of his taste
notice the burning stains
that lunge from his limbs,
like vultures
tearing his flesh
her stomach, a capsized sea...
how did she get here,
with this hook in her mouth?
stumbling against his arms
tangent sway
like stillborn glow
thrashing on the floor
with vaguely pondering eyes
the tattered lace
her unlatched safe
bra, panties...
stockings slip
the silent surrender
on her static lips
to the magnetic pulse,
of skin on skin
she clutches in weary haste,
at the sterility of his taste
notice the burning stains
that lunge from his limbs,
like vultures
tearing his flesh
her stomach, a capsized sea...
how did she get here,
with this hook in her mouth?