September 2011
10 posts
I found this poem in my sketchbook from August 25, 2011 at 12:07 A.M.:
The intensity
the furrowed brow
as the bass
scratched and teethed on the air.
The intensity runs
in the
boys.
A family trait.
One time, I wanted
I wanted
I wanted Nick
to quit smoke
smoking, so I
snatched and snapped his
cigs.
He was so furious.
He surrendered all day.
Fucked in the asshole.
Now, he can...
