9/29/19 1201AM
quietly, the autumn wind
rolls through me
the most pleasant air
for me to pollute
like puffs of smoke, memories
flood into my eyes and it stings
look away, tall greys
lurking beyond the tree line
every demon I need comes from styrofoam
or inside of me
I ponder:
why do moths flock
to this death stick i poison myself with?
surely my odor
outweighs my light
I watched a man make chocolate pie
with pulverized oreos
a globular fudge filling
and a strawberry rose on top
and I brushed it with brandy
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Author:
Big Swifty (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: September 27th, 2019 23:10
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