The Love That Was Forced Upon Me Poem by Milky And The Guys

Where love exist
The drain glows dull
And the video cassette shines in the gutter
Can you fly in such a bath?
The hand of my knee holds onto the fabric of realism
The warrior queens hair submits to the molten lead's specific gravity
The song that resides in nowhere but in out eclectic nature wafts surreally away from the operating theatre
Organic feelings eddie last summer where intellect gave way
But humanism did not eat my stationary vocabulary
Swaying in the breeze
These words float into the existent from the electricity of thought
Don't take hold of the rudder!
This is my boat to sink
Where is your eyebrow mass?
Smash your glasses my face,
Rip my soul, engrave your equations into my forehead
But breathing out cupboard vibrations feed the tangrammatical fiends who sleep with weeping daisies feasting on optical deities, gods and toothbrushes who smoke vodka all day long.
It is okay to write my hate into an astrological sticky note with no help from homeopathic iron pirates-spies who bless all that come by, screaming emotive darkness in Eliza's shoes-even though they were not on special.
Please show your love weather in a jar or on a hilltop
Where do my mittens go In summer?
These pencilings are my pain
Dewiswch wenoglun