This city is just too old for me, and I see
a tall girl who smells like incompetence,
but ain't she just so pretty? Oh, she's
striking, but still delicate, and...
falling ill on the street-
Too much caffeine? Too much kerosene?
(We all drink from the protein
of body-mind dueling!
Do you want a chicken-tender?
I'm gonna put my IQ in a blender!)
oof, and, yes, we're just two atoms,
fuckin', out on a date
at a plastic place,
oh, and I... miss her joints.
Yes, I... miss her joints.
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Sublimations from the Lost-and-Found
PoetryThis will be a collection of my original poetry- Old, new, and still forming. It shall cover all the emotions of the human-condition, or at least try to. Thus, please don't be too alarmed by any angry, embittered, or despairing verses. I hope you en...
