"biscupid" poems
“Rolling Rock” it reads, fatefully so, so I’d hope he’s no Sisyphus. Bringing corner markets drought with pocket money, he’s perhaps overlooked by the commoner a proletariat. dating me in simply ways, peeing from the next room, my alone time, and indexing my forefinger: canine and biscupid, telling me to feel the ****** up’d-ness inside his skull. I claim otherwise but I suppose within fingers lies fallacy!
Feb 7, 2015
Feb 7, 2015 at 2:09 AM UTC