August 2010
poem by jeff
industrialpeople:
Swathed in the yellow
Of the halogen heat
You whimpered nicotine tears
Into my shoulders.
In the forgotten slums
Of the southern sates
Each pull of cancer
Brought us closer
To each other
and our deaths.
i miss my turquoise tips :( seeing the picture below makes me want to do it again but the maintenance sucks. bringing my manic panic to school anyway hehe
