Spinstress (m) from SM by Coin locker kid

'Tis early and beautifully
opening all anew to me.
It's such a familiar skin,
but I know it's not
what it used to be.

Gee.
You're cute.
All wrapped up in a human suit, like -
"Listen everybody,
I'm a lil late but I'm still coming to the party,
hold tight -"
as I hold my breath.
In the dream of a dying planet.
Wandering around.

New day
in a brand new town.
There's garbage on the ground.
A fetus on the floor.
So who were you before?
Steal a kiss
cigarette
"Just use your fingers. See?
It's pretty wet."
Where was I?
"Who were you?"
I forget -
it was so dark when we met.

Strolling
through an open door.
It's black as the dead of night.
And if no one cares
to spare a light
then what's the window
open for?
I head out to take a smoke and -
goddammit my lighter's broke.
And I'm spinning out of gear.
But you whisper in my ear,
and say,
"Baby I'ma teach you how to spin. Simply make a circular motion and fade
away
'til you're scared
and still here."

Take it slow.
Ring around my head like a halo.
Take it slow.
Ring around my head like a halo.
Take it slow.
Ring around my head like a halo.
Take it slow.
Ring around my head like a halo.

Misanthrope.
No I can't.
Cantaloupe.
One can pray.
One can hope
for a day
where I say
I do.
Mister Mark.
How you glow
in the dark
as you grow
on a park bench,
sun-drenched night
below.
All is right
with
the world.

• World
• Chapel Hill