They are going to my brain where I fry on a medium heat until lightly brown.
There is a box on tissues on my desk. I need them when I w*** myself a mess.
There are some aniseeds in jar, If I suck on them I forget where I are.
There is a camera too. For taking pictures of you. And a calculator so I can work out when I can go with you later.
And a pen and paper.
But seriously.
I see you in a picture of urban decay with your cheeks saying hello to a new day.
And a wide gaping hole says ‘we are equal’ to those in a bother.
Your breasts are like pillows insane cushions for my brain.
ANd your hair billows like smoke when I am smoking again.
Your face reminds me of love lust, peace and everything
Your smile speaks volumes to me, slowly taking me in.
To a place I long to be.
I am out here photographing you in my head
When in reality I should be in my bed
But I bbbbbbbbbbbbut.
Material things get the better of us 