five, like clichéd clockwork
every ******* day-after;
after wasting (enjoying)
the better part of a seventy-two
hour stint in wonderland.
i don't know how to
confront the piles of
confetti on my carpet--
stragglers you left here
like it was ok, not rude.
i guess i could try the
vacuum; unplug it
from my stomach
and **** up the
residual signs.
it's funny how
misunderstood
a metaphor can
be, a teenager,
for example.
the vacuum hooked
up to me keeps me
stocked up on longing,
and lacking in content(ment)
what a drag, or a ******
all i can really do on these
rare mornings becoming
regular, is drag this (mis-)
matching hot pink comb
through my hair another
time, in wistful hopes
of restoring some silly
insignificant order to
my disheveled and
"last-year"
hairstyle of a life.
Nov 26, 2012
Nov 26, 2012 at 10:13 AM UTC
five, like clichéd clockwork
every ******* day-after;
after wasting (enjoying)
the better part of a seventy-two
hour stint in wonderland.
i don't know how to
confront the piles of
confetti on my carpet--
stragglers you left here
like it was ok, not rude.
i guess i could try the
vacuum; unplug it
from my stomach
and **** up the
residual signs.
it's funny how
misunderstood
a metaphor can
be, a teenager,
for example.
the vacuum hooked
up to me keeps me
stocked up on longing,
and lacking in content(ment)
what a drag, or a ******
all i can really do on these
rare mornings becoming
regular, is drag this (mis-)
matching hot pink comb
through my hair another
time, in wistful hopes
of restoring some silly
insignificant order to
my disheveled and
"last-year"
hairstyle of a life.
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