Poems from knucklehead

to be honest i'm a chronicle on this giving my monologue i'm pissed
rooms spinning feeling nauseous wanna be winning staying cautious breathlessly sinning orange streak across from where i'm sitting
can barely stay awake nod off when the malt hit me rake in the feeling heavens sake not my fault, see exterior slowly peeling feelings fake...
at the mall we used to go in the fall sitting eating katsu thinking of you baby doll or a wall between us stall all the way to a crawl to...
hum
proverbial wisdom gone fishing to kingdom come done wishing sitting here tuning my hum

Pages