Half lives and cigarettes
Haiku
Friday, March 19, 2010
Logic
what scent is on you
desperation I whisper
so no one can hear....
Deaf
she whispers, taste me
I am lost in misery
so I do not hear.
the tomatoe jew
hoards the sweet red flesh and seeds
and wont let me have
CT scan
if only summer
blew the scent of magnolia
into my sick brain
last call
I guess I'm almost
but being almost aint it
I guess Im over.
proposal
Hey sailor she croons
want to know my misery
for five bucks its yours
Go
if not for yourself
there would be nothing left here
to get away from
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