Martin Amis

by Emil Xaro

Pleasure will get you into expensive trouble. You know that.
Beneath her mask of skin Dough rolls up her sleeves
And asks you nicely to first remove your underpants.

Fear is walking fat, fear is a bully and all bullies are cowards
But she’s a little too good at fighting you, reminding you
Your Teeth are as good as a corpse’s

I’m listening closely now to see if I’m still hearing things
- It’s easy to hear voices when you’ve got thin walls

I Choose the weight of words for they’re Rich in immortality
They impregnate the mother of revolutions
Also, filling up the lungs of a lot of blowhards, average or exceptional

Even after all that there was a complete series of rethinks
Riding in the contagion of subway breath
Memories traveling through molecules from your brain into mine

She had Just climbed off the train, to give me all her faces
She had all the true signs of sack knowhow
With just a glimpse of her underwear she could quiet you.
Like sex traffic control, she caught blowjobs by the throat.
And we spent good money to lie down on her bed, a friend with a gash so big.

Into her flowering love went gags and baseball bats,
Hurling her and I into hell, getting lost stuffing that hot fox
We traveled deeper into the tubular night
She was one of life’s deep divers
You could find her there in a crop of dicks shaking her ass
Riding high on the terror.

That’s what we’re doing, dying
When we Watch lovers sleep
We keep a hand over their naked mouth

 

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