this is not poetry

Saturday, January 16, 2010

hidden in the hackelberrys

she tasted a little lonely
the day
i met
her lonely
body


out on the street
corner

a smile
a weird nod


we all knew
we each lookde

for different things
but shes
found what
she

goddamn
watns

so why is she
still looking
in my pools

why is she still floating aruound
"ive had neough" i thought
so i jumped on the bus

and we to memphis
where i could
clear my head
and forget
that




monster.

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