Somewhere between Huston and Austin,In that hotel with the weird shaped bathroom,I realized I kept my dope in the same cigar box Kurt blew his brains all over.
The hole in my arm throbbed when the undercover came to the door.
They finally found us,I couldn't let them take you without shouting,cops telling me to shut up but talk about what I knew...
All I know is I love you.
YOU ARE READING
Ghosts in my yard
PoetryThis book is dedicated to relationships, human and substance,it's all the same. Pain will leave enough scar tissue for a suit of armor but love, it is out there.
