Poems from melevans
In the corner of this attic
There's a pile of shavings
They come from a girl
Whose face is caving
Whose body is slowly being
Torn to shreds...
I know the brakes are screeching,
that bright noise
On this beautiful little Train car
Rolling towards, maybe, something bigger
And if it's...
Standing at the
Top of the world
Is a great feeling
.
It was a pain in the ass to get there, though-
A few ours standing in line,
Followed...