In hours owned by the devil
My love defies gravity
Though my eyes are downcast
On the bartender’s fly
Your name carved like a drunk fuck’s skin
In every fluorescent hall way
I stumble up the stairs
Like frantic graffiti
Days are torched with a clumsy match
I am half cocky arsonist
And half prescription drug movie star
These are simply bureaucratic mistakes
The people I love
Criticize everything they take
My liver beats like a heart
I unbutton myself
For open shit surgery
Smelling like a prophet
My age throbbing
Like a furious teenager
And she’s panting
To lose her virginity all over again
No true love
Lurking in your pupils
No brimming with illusion
Until your pants don’t fit
Let’s burn my childhood
Until it stinks like melted rubber
If I can’t suck your dick
I’ll take revenge on my mother

© 1996 Laura Dinnebeil

Flyer from one of my one-woman shows in 1995 at the infamous Surf Reality.