Titanic from no. 1 by PENCIL

he smoked a stale cigarette
leaned against the rail and spit, for the beauty rose
that girl could spit like bulls can dose!
the car, no clothes, that scene
her hand
sweating

god is a dog, certainly
or at least inside of mirrors of ships that sink
casually
that scene, frozen, floating

inside his hand his frozen mouth
that piece of wood
all of his plans and oh the life that they would have
would be so good to stay alive
he said to her "just promise me you will survive no matter how bad it gets"

jack's inside of me
rose inside of me rose inside of me
swimming

• Punk
• pom pom
• pool party
• prom
• root beer float
• New York