STUDY BETTER BABY

That’s an eagle, not lips
Study better, baby
I wear lacy underwear, that you’ve never seen
It touches me all day, like you never have
Pitcher of water poured over the hot head of an outlaw
The heave of being held when you know you’re gonna die
Tomorrow, when the sun is at its highest, overheating itself, it creates the darkest, coolest, best shadows, creates relief from itself, but can’t have it itself
What a wild way to cry, burning the bacon
Lace itches
Full of perforations
Those are lips, not an eagle
Study better, baby
Next town over is a silk merchant
The specialty of weaving together soft licking
Lick here and here and here
Soothing, fresh, suddenly a dress
One you’ve never seen and never will, the deep shadow cast by your imminent death
A hawk, an eagle, a vulture circling
Studying
Baby, the horse won’t stand up
The scaffold rises high as a cloud covering the sun
A blink, and the sun opens its eye again, too too hot, it’s trying to stay awake in this heat, its own heat, sweating, pieces of itself dripping down, too hot, down your forehead, down your neck
It touches you like I never have, like I never will, itching
The closest I’ll get is frying bacon
Wet fire of a weeping candle
Burning my lips on roasted eagle, what a wild way to hold you
Under my clothes is a shadow
Refreshing, the best relief
Dark and cool as the watering hole, an alternative to dying
The horses know the way
All you have to do is
Study better, baby