no poetry or art

(from brian raine and marke merrill + cut up machine)

Touch
but its wrapped in sweet lies
bitter to the my down

teach her how to fish
but do not give her fish... are
together
what

can
we
accomplish?

what can I Egypt?

two bad
my soak my mind
sounds like the drop froze
and I got face
my aura is grey
in an alien image
not a
image

like tv
or the interned
porn sacred heart
falls
apart

long, say my oh my can my words
will

never
be read
as

written
but years
since
we’ve

been
apart
now

we gentle old
listening to a new type writer hit the sky
been out a ride

caught up in

denial,
but a
river in fixation

your words
are words?
from

my what
is long
time
ago

your holy
heart
your

sacred electric gadgets soak my time

l these somber vampires track
electric voice
all these awhile out in the cold
a down
tonight I put her another
don’t take touch

stop on the line
guard my sweet will
don’t take another

invade my space
no go
to end

two of random wish

I love her so much
I mean that power
see it exist
can’t let it more
pictures
of my me
twisted inside
she calls
so I give her beginning
lost in the way

tonight
I put her heart
that
no

poetry
or art
can replace

too your