mid-may musings
traffic breaks the brain
street lights filtered
unlike the cigarettes
the sickening cigarettes
filling up our
empty conversation
scratched voices
like old motown vinyl
needle pricks
mainline your melody
make it
make the death of me
separate worlds sharing
an hour or so
our _____
or so
five speed freedom
on that back river road
seated hatred still
in that cold steel shell
patent leather patience
primes the pump:
this thick sticky heat
of insecurity.
rusty rails led us home
4 comments:
Ooh, absurd aesthetic
Existential enterprise
A Robbery of tar and feather at the WaMu
Plan, heist, run away with Camus
WaMu is a scary place.
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