Friday, 23 October 2015

wild eyes wild lies

when you're not home
i dance around naked
cigarettes and cheap beer

my life is a boring indie movie
flowers in silly jars

i'm in love with my dildo,
it's not a metaphor
i'm not that deep
yet

none of my poetry is poet-y
this last year
it transpires
i'm not inspired

sorry

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