Sunday, June 22, 2008
/0/6/8/ 1/2/7
flirting with danger
which is worse than
trouble.
shortguns, opium smoke,
and new pants
lost . . . . . . . onyx
and mismatched socks
ahmed makes me
sleepy, and i'm watch
ing for my metal
i want you to want me
i have nothing to show
for 20, i tell gail i'm
having the calm b4 the
storm. help i need some
body. periods, rubber stamps,
and iced ginger chai
you peek over at me and
laugh cause i'm crying
"what?"
i pretend my eyes
aren't green
i'm trying to remember what
i dreamt last night, i caught
you looking at me while you
(were)
kissing her, and the old
man is talking to me, everything
is old and familiar, linoleum,
........................Filed trips and. . . .
i never thought of pot as a drug
before
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