riding through the bronx
the sign on the burger king is burned out
it just says Burge
a cross between Binge and Purge
Bad and Urge
how appropriate
how annoying
like you
on the bed
hands behind your head
legs spread
so beautiful and twisted
Void
and yet i seek you to fill me
beg you to till me
my skin is electric
and your hands
are
wet.
after
i flicker like the burger king sign
a jumble of contradictions
slowly burning out
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3 comments:
another one beautifully rendered
u continue to amaze me my dear friend
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Shit is DOPE! I'm spreading the word about the blog and the resident poet...
You know, that poem/lyrics reminds me of the song 'Babydoll' by Hole. You have similar writing styles, brilliant!
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