This is some puked poetry
I need to scream it out
I can’t let you go
It’s wearing me out
It’s ******* wearing me out
And this puked poetry
Is unaesthetic
Is tragic
Probably pathetic
To hell with words and that rhyme
It’s worth a dime
I’ll throw it up like some poison
I’ll throw it up cuz I’mna choke on it
Say it say it say it
It’s ******* wearing me out
Okay, time out!
You’re gone, gone gone
I’m gone, gone, gone
And the wind, heck, the wind
Is still there to rewind
Our time
Yeah I know that doesn’t rime
I said to hell with it. You don’t listen
But you let me glisten in the glitters
Of our time together
I’m perhaps in the gutters
But promised I’d love you forever
A curse I endorse
Isn’t that worse
Than letting it go?
But I can’t let you go
Set those lines on fire
They’d excite the pyre
Of my frustration
Drop of metal in fusion
Light it up, light it up
Till the blueish skies
Time flies, flies, flies
One year ago
No, I can’t let you go
I began walking alone in Cali
Fornia, Cauli
Flower
Lover.


September 11, 2015- on that same day, I set foot in Southern California, one year ago