sevenforty
crumpled paperback
not been read for days.
i’ve not read for days
except in the bathroom
where i cried and
where peacock feathers
betrayed the inevitable
negation of hope
by maintaining beauty throughout.
crumpled paperback
not been read for days.
i’ve not read for days
except in the bathroom
where i cried and
where peacock feathers
betrayed the inevitable
negation of hope
by maintaining beauty throughout.
December 20, 2006 at 6:57 am
i miss stale cigarettes.
December 20, 2006 at 10:42 pm
I love this.
December 21, 2006 at 6:51 pm
Beautiful. Reality is deadly beauty, like a moth to a flame.