Oh comely. I will be with you when you lose your breath. Chasing the only meaningful memory you thought you had left. With some pretty bright and bubbly terrible scene. That was doing her thing on your chest. But oh comely. It isn't as pretty as you'd like to guess. in your memory you're drunk on your autumn. it doesn't mean anything at all. Oh comely. All of your friends are letting you blow. Bristling and ugly. Bursting with fruits falling out from the holes. Of some pretty bright and bubbly friend. You could need to say comforting things in your ear. But oh comely. There isn't such one friend that you could find here. Standing next to me. He's only my enemy. I'll crush him with everything I own. say what you want to say and hang for your hollow ways. moving your mouth to pull out all your miracles....for me.. Your father made fetuses. With flesh licking ladies. While you and your mother. Were asleep in the trailer park. Thunderous sparks from the dark of the stadiums. The music and medicine you needed for comforting. So make all your fat fleshy fingers to moving. And pluck all your silly strings. And bend all your notes for me. Soft silly music is meaningful magical. The movements were beautiful. All in your ovaries. All of them milking with green fleshy flowers. While powerful pistons were sugary sweet machines. Smelling of semen all under the garden. Was all you were needing when you still believed in me. And I know they buried her body with others. Her sister and mother and 500 families. And will she remember me 50 years later. I wished I could save her in some sort of time machine. Know all your enemies. We know who are enemies are. Goldaline my dear. We will fold and freeze together. Far away from here. There is sun and spring and green forever. But now we move to feel. For ourselves inside some stranger's stomach. Place your body here. Let your skin begin to blend itself with mine