Monday, September 3, 2018


2 devils on my side reaching up
a wind pushing through their tan

bringing forth that misery/those fucking memories
-nothing is too pure-

the storm whips
sucking sobriety from the air

a moaning monsoon
so let's crash into strips/pray into it's drips

a human attempt
violet grays/atmospheric display of violence and surrender

i had, i have, i have never, i will never
be more than this
-so forgive this intrusion and allow me to move in-