Aug 02 2008
Rage
Rage.
Pure
rage.
It kicked
at the back
of my head
like a purple explosion
of venom
and i drank down
another cigarette
and inhaled a tumbler
of coffee
then took a hammer to
my splitting head
But there was
a flower
on my table that is
so beautiful
I wanted to
look at it and
breathe her
in
Except the clothes
of another
have been hung
on me
and they suffocate
anihilate
confiscate
Me
I would rather
be naked
and seen in
all my chubby
embarrassment
and truth.
Copyright 2008
2 responses so far
And I would prefer seeing you that way as well.
oh my god, evyl i laughed and then started to blush.
sarah
Ah, now this was good.
“It kicked
at the back
of my head
like a purple explosion
of venom
and i drank down
another cigarette”
This works really well. I liked that line a lot.
-smith
lol smith, i think i was channeling bob dylan or something with this one. thanks.
sarah