Raindrops kiss her eyelids-
The sentences she makes with the words vicodin and poptarts are piled one upon the other and burned in a pyre of lonely socks.
Swit
swit
swit
the drops dissuade her lids against the coming
shade in the bonnet of the blackballer
(Found this saved as a draft just now while trying to magically conjure up some shit to write about.... No, I have no memory of writing this. Yes, I must have been high. On what? Lack of sleep? Poptarts? I have no Vicodin....)
(Found this saved as a draft just now while trying to magically conjure up some shit to write about.... No, I have no memory of writing this. Yes, I must have been high. On what? Lack of sleep? Poptarts? I have no Vicodin....)
What's vicodin? sounds medicinal.
ReplyDeleteOh, that's right. Your a brit. It's hydrocodone. Not sure what brands you have over there.
DeleteI thought pop tarts had xanax. what have i been doing?
ReplyDeleteHaha! I find stuff like that on scraps of paper around my desk once in a while.
ReplyDeleteI try to remember writing these bits, but can't.
Oh, my old friends hydrocodone and Pop Tarts, together at last. Nice. You're neat!
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