discreet place to cry #24

on the back of a windy motorcycle
(full face helmet optional)

oh holy hell hole holly

dumb old cold ho hum doldrums
oh I can't, coke can can come

shut doors leave
an imprint

negative colors
of you on
wood moving walls

never replace
the fade I fancy
supposing
we both walked away

aren't you glad god gave me a pussy
so you don't have to fuck me in hangover poops

cunt ass concussed customer

psilocybin
psycho guy binge
sight so high
I eyed my eyes cringe

the sign of the sword
the sign of the self

what sounded like
a bird
exploding
with joy

was the
over steamed
bath towel
falling