BoySlut

~ everyone loves a bit of violence in their coffee

 

sleep,

is of inept

in city`s so

profound

 

that if we blink

we would have missed

a certain

part

of our ghosts

spendthrift`ing;

 

there is so much

darkness; riddles,

they are

sufferers for a

cause

 

I have

not a thing\nothing to offer

just absence & misery

in a sea of muffled

screams;

 

true,

I am an enigma,

the least

of someone else’s

troubles;

and tears, they

often fall

like cream

to sweet`en the blow

of a bland

aftertaste;

 

Oh, how

we are suckers

for a bit of violence

in our coffee.