a wayward kind-of-girlfriend a ufo over milennium park
a powerful scarf wrapped 'round a young poet
a nauseating bubbly brunette a deck of cards
a sherlock what else all sorts i'd thought
wineteased under the hyperblue clouds of july past got
catholic guilt
the drink i want to drink is discipline
reeking of whiskey 3 whole days languagesick grieving
convinced then a fuck will really make it all okay
convinced a fuck is more than a lay and is not love
or is it that which i couldn't give right then
i felt mostly useless at least trying to feel
not quite enough vegetable yet to forget