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About Wongtong

  • Birthday 11/04/1993

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Let us take a sack of spray paint and spray paint over the paintings

Let us dance through Paris

Kiss in the shadow of the Louvre

Crawl inside its' windows

Scrawl manifestos over the canvas'

Write Morse code on the sculptures


Roll a sleeping bag on the floor to sleep inside of

Tell one another a story by flashlight

Unearth everything from before

Bury each other inside the other

Feed grapes to the ants

Light fireworks in the fists of sleeping kings

Kill a monarch


Break back outside and

Find a wall to do all these same things to

up and upon against

break the bricks

Climb over them


And when the sirens scream

Laugh loud

Hold my hand

And run fast

Run through these streets with me with a bunch of bottles

A bucket of gasoline, a mouthful of matches

A pocketful of paintings and the fresh faced batch of policemen to chase the fires we are lighting

We'd laugh on the shoulder of gold


And I thought that the museums were cemeteries where the dead paid the walls to hold what we have

So that we could walk through what we once were

Where children take their skulls to turn into gardens

To pluck for forefathers and farther stars

That on some nights resemble an armless mother praying for her arms to return

Every tooth we tear from our jaw

To fling at the black gloved riot soldiers as another shadow that we are trying to lose


Let every giggle be filled with lust

Let us laugh this night away and I will [bleep] you like you were a prayer

I could save me by having my mouth around you

And I will hold you afterwards like you were the pulpit and I was the sky

And this love that danced between that hardness

Was a telephone line of holiness that those two things spoke through


Take me into your heart like I was a saint

And you were a face of forgiveness

Blooming in a valley destined to sink further

Be a river with me

Be the storm

The bend in the path

The front porch

The heat in the South

Be a bootful of banjo strings

A fistful of written songs

A mouthful of chocolate dust


When they come to take us

Stab them between the eyes

Do not take your hand from around mine

Make a fist with the other and punch spines like gilds, spit, swear,

Kiss them like a grandmother


How will open mouthed terror love filled?

And when they come to cut out hair

And ask to hear penance come from inside of us

Say with me loud and trembling

but loud and clear

"I have already emptied myself.

I kissed regret goodbye

Took the hands of another backwards angel

And rode backwards into the rain."


When the hangman of morrow comes to hang the sun in its daily execution

Say this with me

"'Sarah we are apples

Our love is an apple

I'm unbuttoning my shirt

Painting a circle over my heart


Just shoot straight."





Je t'aime, mais chut, c'est un secret!

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