Poems from lostlikeme
what i find
i cannot keep
for when i'm fixed
there springs a leak
not water, oil, gas;
it's worse
it's feelings,
when they drip
it hurts...
I wanna be badly behaved
if i still have a soul
then I don't want it saved
if there's a path I should take
then I want it unpaved
I wanna...
There goes the pop shop,
on the corner of 42nd
with pop rocks,
where the Candy Lady beckons
in flip-flops
Her favorite beat, to cook-out...