‘saw him standing at the brink,
crusty flick,
scabbing ash
housed between two neighboring fingers,
shedding
top coat,
peeling mask
eye-to-eye
with the dirt under-
-neath
those sleepy blue eyes
of a born-again addict,
matter-of-fact it
to be keen,
a stupid, cupid, love feign
blinded by the coarse..
Nov 8, 2011
Nov 8, 2011 at 10:49 PM UTC
‘saw him standing at the brink,
crusty flick,
scabbing ash
housed between two neighboring fingers,
shedding
top coat,
peeling mask
eye-to-eye
with the dirt under-
-neath
those sleepy blue eyes
of a born-again addict,
matter-of-fact it
to be keen,
a stupid, cupid, love feign
blinded by the coarse..
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