Tuesday, March 21, 2006


2 ounces of ferocious
red rope licorice
piled atop my skull
chemicals seeping into
each weeping follicle
I’m aimin for the fifth element
I feel the tension in my toes
that timer better
hurry the fuck up and
shout at me
cause my forward persona
is aflame
and I've gotta wash it
clean again

1 comment:

.throw_away. said...

fuck yeah.

i love that last line...

"and i've gotta wash it clean again."

mmm. you rock.