Tuesday, October 25, 2011


weird odors pissing off my genius nose.
i smell a future. a devil.
empty plate of fried fish and chinese hot sauce half drunk half drunk.
pleasing is the comedy of the flesh.
laugh at my balls. they won't shrink.
they won't need needles or lifting weights.
drink. inhale the taste of your blood.
the cat walked into the room and laid down next to my arm.
then there wasn't a tomorrow.

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