But why can’t I ever 

start with something in mind,

with some sort of plan.

      Nothing’s sorted, and all I can picture in my

head is Scenes from Men In Black and 

walking at night outside with you.

      But that can’t be all there is, I know there’s something

more. Your eyes they dangle like green Christmas ornaments

on a white Christmas tree, sparkling in the lights,

mesmerizing me. But you don’t know, no you 

don’t have a clue. 

      You don’t need me, know me, want me you ass,

but the only difference here is that I want you, want to 

know you, want to need you and need your

warm embrace that snatches my ribcage and 

my hipbones, my creepy crawly horniness.

      I race my fingers down your back, claws

retract, my chinese calendar told me I’m a dog, but

I must be a cat, a selfish slutty sleepy sore in your

mouth, though you’re in mine.

      I’m sorry I’m such a failure, such a liar, such a 

cheat, but I have to release it someway and you

offered also selfishly; like there’s any other way.

       I can’t always control myself, it needs to be let out

or she’ll eat me from the inside-out

the door I yell at you like a bitch, but you follow 

me inside and it makes for a hell of a game

that we like to keep playing.

      I’m getting tired of this game.

time for bed, goodnight, adieu, gute nacht