Devlin De La Chapa

Posted: January 15, 2017 in Poetry

.I’m not a love poem.


a box of tissue

on my bed,


in hand,


fucked out

dead ~


thunder storms


my cravers cave


in cum-misery ~


no more late night

w/ Jay Leno

replaced by

narcissistic Friends,

’cause you called it quits,

I want to

slit my wrists,

lights out

at ten ~


in the morning,

anti~valium in my head,

decaf wine in one hand,

texting you w/ the other:


‘I never said I was a love poem’


hit send ~


it’s sunny outside

w/ rain

wilting roses.



  1. hatchtom50 says:

    Hi Dev happy new year,

    Up For the Weekend Her Friend After a Boy Friends Fight

    It is you I love looking at the snow The plows up and down the road The sound we hear from our Near rooms soft cotton falls on cotton Angular snow falls in your direction A perfection Silently foot steps fall between each other I knew if you spent the Night we’ll meet in the hall Don’t tell me that shit About your boy friend and I’ll leave my soccer mom wife out of this Silently we are shy in the grey dawn Slowing away the night fighting the Day Without the dark night The soon grey orange we would never See the stars That we thought were there

    Tom Hatch

    Sent from my iPad

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