at the end of Haight St
and the kiss of Golden Gate Park
is still gritty
Writing my first confessions with
a space pen that doesn't need ink
I guess the cool thing now is to
I guess the cool thing now is to
spill digital blood
Listening to her antagonize me with
the painful potential of a ghost with
a soft voice making her feel beautiful
and it’s kind of turning me on
The way her B Minor voice sounds
when she puts bass in her moans
sends a Phoenix through my spine
I talk too much and have to figure
out how raise the s(o/u)n that
speaks in an innocent dissonance
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