Wednesday, June 14, 2017

spillage,
    the unforeseen  
the teetering
          of a shelf
    some semblance of the past
 decayed
 dusty
dirty
  strung out
    and broke
  pedalling in the night
to an unknown destination
     grave robbers
         saying me me me
              ( I could be in Yelapa right now)
     metaphor;
        the tick
the trick
   the wanton disease
   caressed
   by the thought
lady in night
     WOMAN in
the street
    all signs
forget it
   stay away
      keep out
         no trespassing
             motherfucker