torn labels

build a liquor fence around me
and lay me
on a window bed.

                                    slowly, th drops of blood
                                    come.

unhappy in this generation ;                                 romance     ferment
                                                              beyond    perhaps

th problem is
i am only water,
yet named                                              asshole & lovr    /    writer & fuckr    /     cunt & cock & son 

was confrontd by myself
in a bar,
had little to say.

                                                moved on behind black flames.misu

# posted by hardyf : 21:40