Poems from bretagnesade
Intestinal gastrin flooding my
esophagus to make my stomach
drop every time I see that color,
the other type of car, rolling
making every...
to disgustingly have to
sneak to find it
because this would be declension number 400,001
because a big boy's gotta eat, he's not...
The day would almost be
perfect
Except we're allhere
shuffling through the path
swimming in the sunlight, in a
sweatbath
waiting for the...