angst cycle (ii)
beer & poetry
all i did was let her drive
(drink disables me)
but …
i thought as we rode
she took me down the streets I knew
because she did
but
everytime i see them now
they pound
REGARD
poems
media
angst cycle
sometimes a guy
just needs a beer
beer & poetry
white the train
i am the air
not ten
such fur to stroke
no
cliché
i am hit
it’s not an alien axe
i’ve seen denied
if i pounce these
so
tail up