Source: Post #85
So I didn’t change underwear for a week,
Does that make me gross?
I did shower twice in 5 days
Fucked on myself camera a few times during the whole ordeal
I kinda enjoyed it
Smelled like sex and cheap perfume!
Now I think of you and decide to wash my clothes
Let your face dictate the terms of this ordeal
You make me want to clean up my act
Or at least stop being so honest on this blog
But I’ll save that for a better poem
Right now I just want to see your face
And I did change my clothes!
They hid her voice
Traced by wings of a butterfly
Tove Lo she said
Stay high all the time
Just to keep you on my mind
Breasts like an angels
Tits pierced with dimes
A face buried behind the pain…
She kept herself locked in
And played to just pretend
If only she was my friend!
The smell that drifts
From your labia to my front door
The warm invitation of odor
An American would frown at
As well turn their nose
But enough to arouse my suspicion
And perhaps something else…
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Getting lost in words I don’t understand
Perhaps too lazy for a dictionary
Or just not enough of scholar to understand
How an Indian Poet can have such command
Of a language bastardized by French
And encapsulated with a hybrid abomination
That is our pronunciation
Not to mention the bizarre spelling
And yet I find myself drifting
Lost in a sound that is both familiar and exotic
And yet strangely familiar…