dear diary
he's a man
but really
he's sarcasm
lanky, underfed, patched whole with drugs.
he scares away crows but he doesn't
scare me. I'll pay for this later.
but sunsets sitting in a haze of
hallucenogenics and amphetamines never
felt so right. I can't ask for more.
i don't want more.
not here. not this place.
when my feet touch the earth
and my mind descends from
wherever heaven it convinced itself
that it was in, then ....maybe.
but broken things can't be bought
so may I burn before I hit the atmosphere.