The city that never sleeps * What a cliché and a lie Lie down, my darling, and close an eye By the pound we buy The forbidden access to high I’m your best nap buddy,Continue reading
Tag: poetry
The bang in my head
I am no Michelangelo but I saw the angel trapped inside the rock. I felt his thoughts, so material, pulling me away from my own while he was there, tapping his surreal fingers and waitingContinue reading
You say I’m a bitch like it’s a bad thing
I just want to go out and stay up late Camp in Black Rock, alive and awake. Get as witty as art, yet vain like a doll Feels free to own nothing, nothing atContinue reading
Sofa trip
Strange high, strange loves, Every word I mean, he knows. … (00:07) We were high and dreams were vivid Smoking, drinking without rest Still, I only got addicted To his hands holding my waist.Continue reading
Fashion seizure
There is the cheap, but hip Get-me-on-a-trip-and-strip Bite my lip … and whatnot kind of bling. * There is the expensive Intensive-progressive Evasive but persuasive Fuck-me diamonds thing. * And there’s the in between.Continue reading
My English is bad
You will dislike me for torturing words You will mock me for spoiling meanings You will think less of me for messing around with important stuff Like spelling You will hate me for my carelessContinue reading