Hole Mesa Fangs
You’re lookin’ lowly as a holy fawn
But I’m not falling for your flimsy front so easily
Of course I’ll cave and then we’ll both give thanks
For the opportunity to tangle fangs again in your closet
There was never such a love so star-crossed!
I am awash in your tentacular void
And when that black hole took me like a fly fishhook
We couldn’t tell where one began and the other ended
Hot damn and holy crow!
I was sucking at cthulhu teat
Gettin’ careless with my canine teeth again
She kissed my forehead and she packed my bag
With thе best damn sandwiches you’ve еver had
And then went quiet
She has not so much as called command base
I know I’m cryo-sleeping solo again
I’m huffing comet gas in my oxygen mask
So I can hallucinate happier thoughts and sleep through the night--
They’re getting longer, don’t you think?