thepoet neptune mommy
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7 May 2008 21:34 xxx.xxx.xxx.xxx
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Mexico, YOU know
I'll wake with pain
like babies jumping on my brain
no pen
no paper at hand
to document the stained
heart
lack of sleep an art
farce
reality
nodding off while I speak of thee
sleep
who are you.
never knew you til now
never wanted something so much before until now
like
street walking in mexico
drug infused
girl on my arm and I
play it like Im ok
hotel room
stiff sheets, but clean
you know what I mean
party up, but I sleep between
the up and down
pass the pipe, shot, line, glass, again.
again
another beer
another watered down whistle blown shot
Im tired, yet I press the creativity in you
push like playdough through the plastic orifice
slanted eyes,
early drinking of late night.
I.
just I.
find me, hear that I am calling for more, beer, sex, poetry, love, backrubs, anything to insight.....
anything to insight.
[ thepoet - 7 May 2008 22:16 ] |
