This week I digest cigarettes because I'm in love.
Swallow raw tobacco like God and cum.
Cleanse and devote my time to walking to Chevron.
No one can live without inhaling and exhaling.
No one can live without the cycle of change.
A revelation through the pulse of creation.
My cycle of change-as noted-
has me choking
begging
for an American Spirit.
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Morning Songs
PoetryMorning songs is a sweet and tragic collection created in a time of unfurling need. A balance between tenderness and the greed of love. Less speaking, and more taking jabs at forcing you to question how much goodness you hold. From syrupy memories...
