In my pocket, 5 sad dollars.
I turn, I turn, I turn to sleep.
A day is spent
For monthly rent
I turn, I turn, I turn to sleep.

Ashes in my clothes,
Wake, shower, smoke.
5 sad dollars in my pocket,
Window open,
Window closed,
I turn, I turn, I turn to sleep.

The night smells sweet,
The music plays far off,
The trees hardly swaying.
You walk with sad steps,
Soft stars glitter in the breeze,
The Chinese lanterns hang in the sky.

You are crying but no tears come,
Your lips don’t make a sound.
Your head is like a pitcher emptied of water -
In the distance on a pretty bench, a pretty couple kiss,
It is Summer again.

Your purple lips lapped
The white thigh drip,
Hot bit your simple smile
And the light read,

T U  E  S  F O R T U N A


How could love's own milk be sweet?
Your pink toes repeat,
Fast valleys in their oceans
Spun up and out.

A kiss, leave
A kiss lingers while it leaves
Leave and go, touch too much
And see,
I missed.

A flight of love is like the sea
Now you see,
To blow and go,
You were leaving while
We kissed.

Do you hate the sounds you make when high?
Laugh, laugh!
That's the best bed med.

With a plumb whip and rosary,
Send another txt -
Names you've nailed,
And kiss treats.

Do you hate the way you speak?
But I hate it more,
And more and more,
Do not ignore,
Sneers and ***** stay.

You always want to die,
You have many skull tattoos.
You listen to loud music,
You write poems
Like a deaf woman sings.

All your clothes are black,
"Black as my soul" you say,
You hate yourself so much,
You make it known each day.

You always want to die,
And cry that he's your saint,
But you don't call death with kisses,
It's clear to him, it seems,
How much you want to wait.

What a fountain we made!
You moan like a **** ghost,
Howling when drawn back
Those curtains of meat.

Harmony is a hymn together,
Hot springs to splash,
Staff of diamonds,
Fountain flushed.