Wednesday, June 11, 2014

i used read the poems 8 times and tried to
insert myself into every horoscope,
making ripples and praying they'd turn into
my loneliness is a self-imposed straight jacket, it is
a creation of myself, a reflection of
some desire to be 
kissed, licked, chewed, digested, purged-
i think flowers are nice
as are cigarettes, cold lime-flavored things, head scratches, stars reflected in someone's eyes
when they look at you.

every song has 8 meanings 
we pick and choose
which ones we want to believe, we tighten our straps and
think about the taste of our own personal sadness,
decide that you can spit
or swallow it.

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