get out of me/slink past the ocean

the touring camera
in the living place
of holding that which
gives us all good bae hits.

there is more honor
in disappearing,
in spit of all the controversy.

there is more jousting,
giving love a farm,
and having two lesbians
wounded where you went to
than where's they found you.

two layers deep in oath,
and may cone dodgers,
but dubious of the size.

I am done with the fun,
and this is one or two
of the last times
I will write your pine name,
even though it is written on me.