i am martin boorman
pornographer, scum
same feelings
same shiftiness
i can no longer associate
god in the first person
degenerate art on the walls
chronicle of morals hands on
is your TV a drag
on the black list
succumber
remember a rabid festive party of dogs
i think of sharp things in the morning
the witness for the performance
are holding back on behalf of the friend
shear her mainstay life and armless
they chew the devil's pepper
i think of sharp things in the morning
sanctify
reins and bridles
what do you have?
me and the dogs
lifeless and armless full of plans
suicide doors hiroshima
sever the ends
begin
on the blacklist
succumber