Thursday, March 19, 2009

poems... if you can call them that. y viva las vegas!

thanatos

your lips tick like timebombs.
your lipstick like napalm.
blood that burns like gasoline
they're no match for mine

your reflection in the water

it's simply too complex to get into here.
your narcissistic complex, your simple mind.

untitled

Let's rewind. You were fast, you were forward,
in hot pursuit of my cold heart.
I told you from the beginning it would end
You can't finish what I never start

placebo

ineffectively effective,
your kiss a sugar pill.
but I can taste the sweetness
on my lips.


I leave to Las Vegas shortly. Three cheers.

besmotherfuckingos.

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