As-salamu alaykum
Proud brother of earth
Making tears out of moonlight
I see you in your darkest hour
Sitting there
You're just like taxidermy
With your glass of whiskey and cola
And red-letter-days seeping through
The chalk of your bones
Bloodlust in flowery poems
And your sunshine crown stays in place
Like a pretty smile fixed on your face
And when I think you're Ulysses
I wonder if I'm just a blimp in disguise
Tied together with apron strings
Loving in cycles
I think what you think
I believe what you believe
I see what you see
Every fetish you weave in me
I see what you see.
- Author: Jordan Cash (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: October 1st, 2021 15:47
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 33
Comments1
Lovely words ))
Ahh, thank you!
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