Monday, June 20, 2011

too sweet, too sweet.

got to get out.
this generation
-painful, painful;

fury like a hornet's sting
quick to point; and fling
-impulsive adolescence
hides its face behind an orgy of
misplaced hormones
dance, dance
till the sweat of your pits
turns to drunk fits
and the nausea swirls up, up
from the deepness of your being
which you question
from the very
beginning.

get out, get out.
wake up, wash up.
- begin again.


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