young, loud, and snotty

bring it on lonely elvis lights in vegas - i want you to know
that every poem i've written is beautiful like this one - shoulders
twist in flesh - olympic-sized eyes perpetually waiting on shithead
so you want to be a machine eh? - demand total makeover -
a hum of very small very miniature feet that passed because love
- flame there's nothing waiting no nothing to do
- it's as simple as split the scene in half you'll know where you stand