music

shardcore: disfigure (1999)

majestic, but passive still
i’ve drunk her
and now i’m ill
a look that
disfigures me
i’m crushed by the weight of she
an eyelash
a flake of skin
a detail of what i’m in
she said
“you and i are one,
let’s finish what we’ve begun”
concludes it with a hurried kiss
not sure what’s meant by this
still
the weekend’s nearly here
and all this will disappear
like
nothing
like dust
it’s settled
not discussed
you ask if i like the dress
to me it’s meaningless
these are not the lines to read between
this is what i really mean