The Turning Points of Lava Soap

tell me how your day was hun,

soak it's bread in Swallow the Sun's

sink.

I think,

through chirps that you would/should

creak the cracks behind you closed,

and maul inside your mocs to cope

Use the fucking Lava Soap.

damn the birds that told

how it hammers at my soul.

it has sulked since I sat you adieu

next to a disheveled, rusty, outlet screw,

plastered on the perch.

babe, I prepared your stomach lurch

its sap to be sung

that,

you sold my sweet potatoes to ur tongue

mallow to ur skin.

butt,

Cold and of the can,

it is the sucking sin.