Yellow pads and post-it notes.
by Johnny CrimsonAll i know is that sometimes
this waking is too real
Such a sobering blow to the faces
we make in the dark
The ones that change and stretch
like the skin we swear to have never touched
Like your fucking mouth we will all dissolve
All the kids will eat whatever is gushing
All that fire hydrant surprise
We squeezed till something reached the top
and i saw the peak in her eyes as she fell
Why are we always under the impression
that the floor is so cold
Bright yellow skin in neon plaid leather
like raping a simpson
What the fuck are you
Her eyes were always wandering
a superhero saddle creature
plastic wrap and glass for dinner
I ate through to her stomach
Before i earned my way to her heart
That word should never be in poems
no that's love
I get them confused
Anyway her heart...... yes
I ate it
That asian really cums doesn't she
09/16/2007