His knobs, his dials
his bricks and his tiles
raking in piles
His art, his tries
his big mud pies
His lips and his prick
making you sick
His starving eyes
Your faking and lies…
Proximity: the poet Jackson. Get uncomfortably close.
His knobs, his dials
his bricks and his tiles
raking in piles
His art, his tries
his big mud pies
His lips and his prick
making you sick
His starving eyes
Your faking and lies…