awakened moonbeam soul
smell of exhaust diesel
delinquency tired of itself
exhausted by the newsfeed
staring out at the fluffy grey skyline
she sniffs a line off the coffee table
all i was ever meant to be was a bad writer
i rot to the howling buzz of society
bones decaying from the drugs
the sun gently says its morning hello
the coffee shop is there on the corner
solitary morning walks
smokes below & above it all
another day sifting through nothing
answers within, questions without
a trip to the mall would still cure me
iced americano please… pretty please
xoxo gossip girl
something about Mary
something about nothing
tugging at heartstrings
liquor to rinse after brushing teeth
cool art, stupid life
already dead… yea, already dead
you catch me smoking at the bar
you hit your vape too
i catch a cab to the edge of the world
broken hearted boredom
trap house in the suburbs
junkies reading Burroughs
and nobody was ever talking about anything
all we ever wanted was a good coffee & smoke
homeless man climbs out of the ditch
bitch of life is the poetic part
she’s bitching & i kiss her cheek
there’s never anything to report back
wish i could say i killed it last year
guess i did… seemed like i did at least
spent a minute in the gutter
playboy saviors, stupid spewed words
kill me with your embroidered silver dagger
puncture wounds pierced by your tongue
i’m jus a deadbeat
jus wanna glow up in a new fit
instead i’m in yesterday’s old attire
we sit on the moon & smoke
wondering about the point of it all
the room hums as i open up a book
old poetry, new place to drown
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