a sad poem

I took downtown C.

You took 4 to Saint Germain.

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Flies and birds and mushroom pigs

run on the rails and jump of the trails.

I’m your king

young and pale.

Worship my teeth.

Hail!

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Last night I dreamt of you.

My heart beats to shutter 

when my eyes are shut

and my palms seek your thighs

under empty sheets

hopelessly and endlessly.

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That fucking love

And that fucked up break-up

Was kick in the gut

But I’ve learned to be smart 

And landed on my paws. 

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He said he simply did not love me anymore.

And it turned my heart black.

But turned out heart was only bruised.

And with time it healed.

And with space it forgave.

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When you live in a shithole,

You must dress like a fly.

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Fuck your stories

Fuck your men

Fuck your habits

and peculiarities.

Fuck your excuses

Fuck explanations 

Fuck your hopes 

And FUCK your dreams.