Thursday, February 16, 2017

in the shower is where you lose all thought, because you have all the ideas, write with clarity and biting poetics, and the running water steady noises some minds, but the head goes off--the song has lyrics and you can hear them now. the music is the mine and you lost...your effing shit again, bonerrrrr

in your pretty prison
you
think you
love me

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