22 January 2010

borrahca

Double speak
Double talk
I could let my speech go
Go
Go
And at the end it would mean

Spanish films


Undoubtedly,
I am afraid to have our fingers latch
Tight heat senses
I don’t want to know
TOOMUCH&
you’re

swaying away


I am now for certain that no matches are predestined
Pre
Destined
Destiny

Potatoes

I walked home when you swayed away
Sat down
Opened and
shut my thoughts

and only wanted potatoes

2 comments:

mln said...

tan borracha que no pudo deletrear!

charity bombastic said...

JA JA

si es la verdad.

voy a ahorrar el poema como asi.