Impossible and Dirty
A collection of my poetry.
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
Full Moon
A full moon suicide
a boon for the few girls I’d ride
and overstay my welcome
while they mentally plan
for the times after me
disastrous catastrophes
no strophes
could release me
from the disease ridden empties
trophies
relentlessly tempting me
hopelessly
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