crumbled and rolled

daydreaming of the beach. 05/04/2009

Filed under: readable — paperslightertext @ 10:07 pm

i have a vision
of me on a bicycle,
carrying you in my knapsack.

crossing the creek
chucking crabapples.
just… when we get home

don’t ask me what
i’m doing alone
in my room

a fat roach in hand
dancing naked.

city grime coats every strand
of my not cut curls
in an oily film

while my friend
plays fetch for green

but i still haven’t
bothered to dress.


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