Thursday, January 23, 2014

a poem i wrote

peaking in




the black hole,

moooooo(ve)

upward.


then forward,

for rooftop security

has a ride-by shooter

on a cutty hike.


no small town

lights,

this is the best.

via con...

...scrapers
gueys!
gueys.!
gueys..!

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