Friday, July 24, 2009

gatorade frost

a poem

i'd like to be a swinger
of bitches
on a lazy autumn's morn'
and the gondolier
snitches
on my
love affairs.

i'm not wearing a beret,
because i am wearing a watch.

who am I?

i'd be a vacuum if i weren't so dense, void of sense and reasoning. you have to steer way far out to escape the pit in your stomache as you cope with the inspiration destruction.

cringe, stupid.
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