for the flutes


Trust the flutes in their lament between a woman and a man
Whatever they say sounds like laughing 
Reveling in heavenly dilemmas
In harmony in mint in phallic moonlight a cunt sun
Whatever the others say wandering away never believe it

For once you fall to your knees your brain in his mouth 
Her kisses monotonous whether animals commandments
Whatever way you turn sounds like arguing 
The jawbone of an ass in all sincerity
Trust the flutes in their lament between a woman and a man