"phlebus" poems
Well if you need something
wet to dip your pen into, try this:
Well your tongue's sails may
swell and lose and fumble and
stumble numbly tonguing gums for
words still unfound as i flounder
in this bloating sea like the
drowned Phoenician sailor Phlebus
who said that:
"pleasure
is easily
the conquerer"
Apr 14, 2013
Apr 14, 2013 at 1:10 PM UTC
fuck like just hate life times coffee regret time better somebody drugs world heart thing fucking need know home little hitler type gone break trying gave morning way shit chasing birth mean war laugh make look beer problems untitled scream different hiding stay putting burnt number sea looking waves good pain cunts dew man town passion demise johnson girls lotion emotion head perfect bullshit bed far interested spirit pure anchor potion words hope boat missing streets phlebus train free red inside things wake lungs holy colors insert away set aren't poem soul poets self god diatribes nights politics forests demands
Jun 19, 2013
Jun 19, 2013 at 4:41 PM UTC