A poem by SOFIE KITTS.
Woah woah woah hold it mate
what crack den did you roll out of then
stinking wet, squirming in filth to hide
your stench under the freezing sun?
Watch it watch it now lad
you’re divorcing yourself from sanity
I’m watching the teeth drip out your head
melting icicles – it’s tragic man, really
but snow will do that to you
withdrawal’s a bitch mate but who’ve
you got to blame?
Stick to the dirt man
press your face to the flowerbed
sniff up the soil
and leave that chemical bullshit out of it
BUT BUT–
Easy easy mate deep deep breaths cuz
you get back in your cosy hot tunnel
it’s a fluffy hamster wheel in there
BUT THE FLUFF BURNS MA FEET—
Cool it cool it now mate, let that white
hot tongue dip into your sweating thighs
and paint criss-cross stars out of your sweat
It’ll be over before you know it, honest
NAH MAN I DON’T WANT TO—
Stay in a while mate, ride the wave, don’t fight
the fuckin’ fever yeah
polar flames icing your guts to ash
is what you get
for sucking on the adder’s fangs man.
