poems

Untitled

When darkeness appears,
I spin around endlessly
into the arms of danger
and it's lovely
to fall down onto
the cushion of
escapade.

(september 1998-age:20)

Untitled

My cracked clipboard
lies on the counter
as I press onto it
writing such words
meanwhile my very
comfortable boyfriend,
love of my life,
is searching hard
for something that
will hopefully
satisfity our hunger
and all this is happening
just because
we're stoned!

(september 1998-age:20)