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Mooncussing
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Mombi's Heads she crept in like a burglar
once in bed she was embedded
burrowed in between soft tissue
this is the issue
voluptuous vagabond
and me the cardboard box
i shelter, i falter,
i collapse on us
i am no port in a storm
but the beacon above the rocks
inviting you to wreck
come, wrack!
at least we'll die with fingers on our backs
the waves that rise, that conspire
the ocean that creeps under as it plays
lay down and let it corrupt us
i played ignorant, i played innocent
i even hid myself in a tent
then lashed out, maimed, dismembered
this i must not remember
i shoveled dirt on the still writhing
while worms between my toes
hooked likes vines
a soiled undertow
don't rely, ally, i'll lie
in passion's grip
the captain goes down with his hips
