"sterrr" poems
Tap, tap, tap on the tray
I take another long drag and exhale slowly,
filling my lungs with noxious pleasure
as I stare out the window
legs akimbo
looking at the poisoned sky.
What a life I've made
with the downbeat rhythm
of something exquisite
that's too far gone to name
Hip, hip, hop, hop
Hip sterrr
hip ster
my breath catches; on
a weird phenomenon
and I have gone
to reclaim it.
Apr 23, 2013
Apr 23, 2013 at 5:46 PM UTC