the closest i will ever be to u is a blunt and a Thrasher shirt
or a collection of memes and conversations about music henceforth to fashion
the discourse of passion
vindictive to my cowardice
while my thoughts cymbals are clashing
there is no comparison u are the center of the universe,my benison
yet u are gin and sin, camouflaged malison
here u are with ur cameras flashing again
popping up, while im mopping up my spilled solar plexus off the asphalt
while ur suddenly gathering fucks
and i quote "this is all ur fault"
pilar of salt //e.b.
YOU ARE READING
DIRTY LAUNDRY
Poetryjust another underrated poetry book, a poetic photograph of the saddest months of my life from Jan 2016- May 2016 ***BEWARE PROFANITY***
