Innocence Is Kinky

At night I watch people fucking on my computer Nobody can see me looking anyway It's late And everything turns into a kind of dirty My skin starts breaking with LCD I feel desire What I don't know, what I don't own I'm free I turn off the light and dress myself in silver and gold I go out unto the edge of the city Tread on my twigs that are not yet burning The weight of my boots makes them break And smoke comes out of be-be-be-ne-ne-neath the ba-ba-bark Like a boat down the hatch Like sex without the bodies (like sex without the bodies) Like smoke rings (smoke rings) from my bosom A night vision; bodies turned soft like newborn jellyfish, Mushrooms, light macbooks, blind bodies with empty sockets I stare back at my gaze that belongs to your body I ask "is there nothing but sea like sea Is there nothing serve nothing Is there nothing and nothing?" I'm free I take off my face and torso Lift them and barely I go out into the edge of the city Tread on my twigs and feel them break Yeah I start looking for something else There has to be more to burning; I'm losing myself More to burning and sex and God I tear off the ties Of slow evil, of slow evil I am an Oslo Oedipus Tearing my eyes in and out and In and out and in and out and In and out and in and out and In and out and in and out and In and out of face! Rayan Hadley