shrill animal (remix)

I don't know what other days are like. Today is delicious! though dark I sit and write. I'm several floors up, and among the bleating machines, who is to say what is brutal? Oh, the traffic of juices on such black stone is awful. the LEDs argyle through unwiped glasses! See the cigarette on my left hand, going out. Come, sweeper- dustman. greet me with breath I exhale unashamed and unsatisfied your sweat-kissed grumble above me eager to play dead. Carmine flesh blushes over skin like gauzy wings. it's a trap of art's undoing, twisted within twisted, wilder. My knees tucked against my heart, bending time, bending sound. when does morning become night? My hand palming yours? when does afternoon feel sunset? your eyes mirror my face as you clasp and claw like a small animal. This city under skies we knew the taste of one another each word spoken a form of languid skin unfurled, the flesh of our creation. I don't know what other days are like. Today is delicious! though dark I sit and write.