sexta-feira, 8 de abril de 2016

brussels sprout

ever since
I was able to
talk and walk,
I have been
a god damn
dumb kid -
doing drugs,
drinking alcohol
and having highway sex
after another shot

every time 

I would meet
new people;
old corpses walking and
dancing like burning matches;
I would be asked
with that flaming
adult voice;
that pedophile
glamour:

what do you want to be
when you grow up ?

every time
ever since
I ran
away from
the fate of
dystopia
and stared
with that dusty look
of dementia;

I was expected
to grow up;
had to fit in
an adult coffin.




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