Permafrost - Magazine

Thunder shook loose hail

On the outhouse again

Today I bumped into you again

I have no idea what you want

But there was something I meant to say

As the day stops dead

At the place where we’re lost

I will drug you and fuck you

On the permafrost

There’s not much that I miss

I’m far too forgetful for that

Sugar’s sweet some of the time

It’s hard to keep some things in mind

As the day stops dead …