crumbled and rolled

lite up 12/10/2009

Filed under: readable — paperslightertext @ 12:57 am

dolorous minutiae of desires
navigate paths not unlike plath
pulling a tapeworm out of her ass

depressing the smiths’ desperate synths
blissing up the caustic sound
of bitterly listening to kisses

and other drudgery such
post-hypnotic suggestions
unapologetic, suckering:
my only solace smells
of grassy hay rolls and grapefruit

sweet as it is, fortified, & nutritious- no solid substitute
exists for the milk of human kindness. not even cannabis.


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