Thursday, June 1, 2017

fear, 1995

More is more, affluent architecture
and family tactics, as much about the dads
in the room. Stepmom hates your makeup, baby doll dress

Find some, no-college boy. Lick lips, wolf.
Some rave, when rave's were it. Cult-of-90s Supreme.
Faulty logic, running out on police estate.

We feel blonde, we feel virginal,
poolside people love, but rollercoasters are for
finger fucking--I'll give you the home-code.

Pull up to high school, super cool, but
things turn fast. Nice kid dies in woods.
Goodbye, Mr Wilson, archiving bruises like self-tattoo.

Come to our house (warning), big bad. We let you in too much ago.
Father and Son play heroes, all bonded under tradition. Adopt-a-damaged-friend.
                                                                                            Who's the Boss?

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