Poems from SecretAgentDoubleORandy
Am I sorry? I'm a sorry son of a bitch. Sometimes I just don't come around because I feel like I could probably overstep my bounds by...
Well I've been sitting around latelyWondering, in between masturbation and mailing letters I've written to satan,If I killed mark David...
Para ustedesde nada-Cicada muchachasDe nadaDe nadaDe nadaMuchachas en lo vientoEntradoEl dorado-arriba hyenaPara ustedesde nada-Cicada...
Word after word
drawn, spilled and unheard.
they till and then fill
The loose soil with skill.
Threw the dirt in the well
and wished to be...
The pitfalls of man, though shallow, stay darkened;
shit on the heel
and heel on the breath.
Breathe it all in, our words the worlds have...