3/22

IRONY 

OLIVER

NICOTINE

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it's a chain smoking sort of night.


something to press against my lips
that won't stand me up
or tell me i'm second best

we are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars

the life for me

-french pastries, a big ol' coffee, a window seat at the cafe
-fireplace, novels in stacks, kittens
-walking the Avenues in the rain
-rooftops
-eyes that get close to mine and hands that overlap mine and souls that intertwine with mine

dormant

great  beasts
&  even  greater  beauties

swelling subterranean
slowlyseductively
scorching
my soul and asking the very good question:

why  don't  you  let  us  speak?

scream it to the nothingness

dis my brudder

i don't understand people who vacillate from not wanting you in their life to wanting to be great friends like it used to be to not wanting you in their life because how it used to be can't be repeated and how it is now causes pain.

i am growing really weary of love being knotted to fear,
and communication being harpooned to texting and not saying what is meant,
and everything being with condition and with reason and with logic.

i want to be filterless, fearless, and free.