There's a small bird
singing in the corner of my room.
He swears:
"Nobody loves you.
Your bed will be empty till 2023, Noon."
"Nobody loves you.
Your bed will be empty till 2023, Noon."
Go away sweet song bird,
Such an asshole you are.
Orioles & one night stands.
Song birds & sideways glances.
Orioles & one night stands.
Song birds & sideways glances.
The naive ripe with brevity
these and a low center of gravity.
make up your modern romances.
"Your dim blue light & ink stench
will not save you from their jaws, clenched
ball point pens, masturbatory this is your current purgatory."
Such a well spoken asshole indeed.
Such a well spoken asshole indeed.
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I scribbled this short little piece down at 5 last night, it's kind of reminiscent of my older stuff which focused more on the rhyming bits and a little self indulgent, then again all my stuff is "a little" self indulgent... Though I don't think I can call it my "older stuff" because it was neither that long ago and I'm not a famous poet. How pretentious we are.
Godspeed & Good Afternoon,
C.B. Franz
Godspeed & Good Afternoon,
C.B. Franz