pray for thine pastries


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

  • Author: Big Swifty (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 27th, 2019 23:10
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 17

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