downing a beer after
tasting another
slice of death
results in a
quickened heart and
a shortness of
breath
as the sun
shines through the elms
across the road
into my room
making me
smile with a sense of joy i
shouldn’t be proud of
yet it’s just so hard
to resist at times
and these times keep
coming
like you wouldn’t dare
believe
Categories: Poetry
And my favorite hippy’esque wordmeister strikes again. 😉
Hehe, glad I could be of service 😉