I want to be a lobster with huge boobies but they’re penises. With the end of time we will come to find snakes without entrails Instantly they’re licking at my table, but pause when I demand loyalty. And their lightning sounds as subtle as a boulder without clothes Intimacy envelopes us in a basement below the balcony’s bolstering beams. Changing seasons, wreathes, rotting, you bring pudding forth. Together we investigate the donners of our holy place.

(poem made in collaboration with burntramen and liv)