My Best Guess Is
My best guess is
the Lizard is the Sun's Child
the Sun's and God's, that is.

Leaking the sand with
such further angst
like drown

Ain't now their finest hour
When stiff green angels
fly off to burn in the sunset

I hate it when it happens
My tears run on your
     body wetting your cunt
	uncontrollably


				Sex Is
Sex is too easy
these years

My soul is painted
like a preacher's skin
My radiance alone
my instinct surfaces
my gut aches

my mind bleeds
Sex is too easy
My eyes crumble
my fears rise
my Pain rejoices

Sex is too easy
	Lets find death instead