In 2005, I had $101.
Sweet Blue,
eyes green,
waiting.
Dilating.
In 2005, I had $101.
Sweet Blue,
is what I called you.
God of Euphoria.
Mother's Milk.
In 2005, I had $101.
Sweet Blue,
had a street
value,
of twenty-five
a pill.
I bought four,
and thankfully
the dollar bill,
was crisp enough to roll.
A different world together,
holding hands.
Greedy for the feeling of calm,
I would grasp tighter,
hand eventually crushing hand.
Morose disposition spirals through a cut straw.
A last straw; an unwanted kiss.
Hand holding hand is a symbolic image,
but don't confuse the inflection of these words.
This is about
the deteriorating hands.
This is about
the deteriorating nostrils.
Not so much about cheap thrills.
Not so much anything,
forgetting,
drugs ****
Jun 8, 2013
Jun 8, 2013 at 8:28 PM UTC
In 2005, I had $101.
Sweet Blue,
eyes green,
waiting.
Dilating.
In 2005, I had $101.
Sweet Blue,
is what I called you.
God of Euphoria.
Mother's Milk.
In 2005, I had $101.
Sweet Blue,
had a street
value,
of twenty-five
a pill.
I bought four,
and thankfully
the dollar bill,
was crisp enough to roll.
A different world together,
holding hands.
Greedy for the feeling of calm,
I would grasp tighter,
hand eventually crushing hand.
Morose disposition spirals through a cut straw.
A last straw; an unwanted kiss.
Hand holding hand is a symbolic image,
but don't confuse the inflection of these words.
This is about
the deteriorating hands.
This is about
the deteriorating nostrils.
Not so much about cheap thrills.
Not so much anything,
forgetting,
drugs ****
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